I don’t care if you’re sick, I will still kiss you every chance I get.

I miss you and I really want to kiss you.

I wish I was kissing you instead of missing you.

I want to kiss every corner of your body to express all love, which I have in my heart.

I just wanna see you. Hold you. Hug you. Touch you. Kiss you. Cuddle you. Love you.

I really want to kiss you, and not just on the lips.

If we kissing and I smile in between, we about to sin.

I fell asleep last night wanting to kiss you. I woke up this morning and that feeling hasn’t left.

I can’t look at you without wanting to kiss you.

A tender kiss upon your lips is my heart’s desire.

I could go for one of your kisses right now.

Push me against the wall and kiss the hell out of me.

I just can’t get enough of our morning kisses.

When I look at you, all I want to do is kiss you.

Hold me tighter, love me stronger and kiss me better. That’s all I want every day of my life.

As I open my eyes each day, all I want to see is you. Good morning my dear, I sent you hugs and kisses in my thoughts. Hope you feel it.

I love when you kiss my lips gently, caress my neck, and whisper into my mouth “You’re the one I want. You’re the one I love.”

When I’m sad don’t look at me – just kiss me.

It was not enough to be the last guy she kissed. I wanted to be the last one she loved. And I knew I wasn’t. I knew it, and I hated her for it. I hated her for not caring about me. I hated her for leaving that night, and I hated myself, too, not only because I let her go but because if I had been enough for her, she wouldn’t have even wanted to leave. She would have just lain with me and talked and cried, and I would have listened and kissed at her tears as they pooled in her eyes.

Lydia came back to bed. We didn’t kiss each other. We weren’t going to have sex. I felt weary. I listened to the crickets. I don’t know how much time went by. I was almost asleep, not quite, when Lydia suddenly sat straight up in bed. And she screamed. It was a loud scream.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Be quiet.”
I waited. Lydia sat there without moving, for what seemed to be about ten minutes. Then she fell back on her pillow.
“I saw God,” she said, “I just saw God.”
“Listen, you bitch, you are going to drive me crazy!”

Hey, the next time I see you, we are going to kiss for a very long time.

I want to kiss every inch of your body. Sometimes be gentle, sometimes be rough.

Can we just kiss, cuddle, hold one another so tight and make out in your car?

Good morning, Sexy! I can’t wait to have my lips on yours later when I see you. Make sure to get the best of the day.

Kiss me and you will see the stars; love me and I will give them to you.

I can’t taste my lips, could you do it for me?

Kiss me in a consuming way because you own all of me.

Can you kiss me until I say stop?

I want you to hold me like you’ve never held me before. I want you to kiss me like you’ve never kissed before. I want you to hug me like you’ve never hugged before. I want you to do everything to me, like you’ve never done before!

I love the way you touch me, kiss me, and hug me. I miss you.

Let these words be my eyes and this message my lips. I wish I were there to embrace you, wrap my arms around you. But I can’t, so I am sending you this loving message.

A fire inside me is burning brightly, kiss me and set me free from this thirst for your sweet lips.

My little girl, I feel so happy when I play with your hair until you fall asleep on my chest. Needless to say, I feel even happier when I can kiss every inch of your body.

Your touch makes the earth turn around, your kisses melt me away and give me the courage to meet another day.

My breath made you quiver, can you imagine what you will feel when I kiss you from head to toe?

Girl, I like how you kiss me and make the whole world disappear. It’s pure magic.

Even the ocean of all alcohol can’t intoxicate me better than one kiss with you.

Holding you makes my day, kissing you makes my week and loving you makes my life. I love you, baby!

I love it when in the middle of our kiss, I can feel you smiling.

Kiss me like you miss me.

I love kissing you good morning.

Any time you need a kiss I have one waiting for you.

Every time I kiss you I feel happy, and every time you kiss me I feel even happier.

When you kiss me, I feel everything that I’ve been missing.

I still remember the feeling I felt when we first kissed.

I wouldn’t mind kissing your lips every day.

The best part of my day is when I kiss you.

I swear that when our lips touch, I can taste the next 60 years of my life.

I want to kiss you until your mouth no longer knows how to ask for more.

If only I could kiss you through my phone, my life would be a little easier.

When you kiss me, without uttering a single word you speak to my soul.

Come here I need to kiss you.

I want to see your smile and hear your laughter. I want to kiss away your hurts and hold you until you know without a doubt that this is for real.

When I see you all I want to do is run to you grab you and kiss you hard.

Let me kiss you deeply and see if I can take your breath away.

If a kiss could say just how I love you… My lips would be on yours forever.

Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I’ll give it back.

I promise to plant kisses like seeds on you body, so in time you can grow to love yourself as I love you.

Kissing you is nice, the rest of you is paradise.

My heart smiled when you kissed my lips. What a sweet surprise.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

I wanna be your last kiss, last love, and last everything.

The hottest thing I could wear is lipstick off your lips.

If you kiss my neck, I’m not responsible for what happens next.

And he couldn’t know, because he wasn’t the last person she kissed, because he hadn’t been left with an unkeepable promise, because he wasn’t me.

I want to sit by your side, hold your hand, go for long walks, stare into your eyes, cuddle with you, and kiss you every single day.

I want to kiss you, hug you, hold your hand and go for long walks on the beach with you, wake up next to you,

My lips want to cuddle with your lips.

Your lips are the cure to my fears.

All I want is the taste that your lips allow.

I hope you kiss me really hard when I see you.

Those random kisses on my forehead and the way you smile every time you see me, that means the world to me.

A kiss is just a kiss until you find the one you love, a hug is just a hug until you find the one you’re always thinking of. A dream is just a dream until it comes true. Love was just a word until the day I met you.

Only want three things right now
1. To see you
2. To hold you
3. To kiss you

Your lips got me addicted to sweets. Sex with you is like gold—you can never have enough.

The best way to start my day is with our lips pressed together.

One kiss burns six calories. We should work out together.

I love the touch of your lips when we kiss. I love the rub of your hips when we rub. I love the warmth of your breath on my neck when we hug.

I’ll kiss you in the rain, so you get twice as wet.

Feel free to use kisses as a method to shut me up anytime.

Your lips are like honey, and your hugs are warmer than the blanket. Your kisses are like wine; I want to get drunk.

When words aren’t enough to tell you how great you’ve been, I remind myself I need to kiss you.

Butterflies in the stomach? I don’t feel them because when you kiss me, I feel the whole zoo in my body.

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars.

I wanna sit on ya lap, give you kisses and call you daddy all day.

If we were alone I would… Smash. Kiss you. Cuddle. Chill. Eat.

Hey, babe, hope you slept well. If I were there with you right now, I’d be kissing you ALL over.

Good morning darling. I wish I was over there pressing my lips against yours.

I love how you turned my life into a fairy tale and how you turn each of my day into an extraordinary one just with your kisses all over my body.

We were kissing. Zero layers between us. Our tongues dancing back and forth in each other’s mouth until there was no her mouth and my mouth but only our mouths intertwined.

“Well, my gut wants to know,” Lara said, and only then did I realize […] — I may have kissed her, but I really didn’t have a monopoly on Alaska; the Colonel and I weren’t the only ones who cared about her, and weren’t alone in trying to figure out how she died and why.

As he held her by the waist, she leaned forward, her pouty lips parted, her head just slightly tilted, and eveloped his mouth with such passion that I felt I should look away but couldn’t.

I thought the way he treated you was just awful. I wanted to cry. I just wanted to kiss you and make it better.

I wouldn’t have cared if my girlfriend was a Jaguar-driving Cyclops with a beard – I’d have been grateful just to have someone to make out with.

“I think she and I were talking about how much I adored skateboarding on the computer but how it would never even occur to me to try and step on a skateboard in real life, and then she said, ‘Let’s play Truth or Dare’ and then you fucked her.”
“Wait, you fucked her? In front of the Colonel?” Takumi cried.
“I didn’t fuck her.”
“Calm down, guys,” the Colonel said, throwing up his hands. “It’s a euphemism.”
“For what?” Takumi asked.
“Kissing.”

Could the two people who are making out please be quiet? Those of us who are not making out are drunk and tired.

Next line will have ‘em like, ‘Whoa.’ I’ve been kissing white boys since 2004.

We were kissing.
I thought: This is good.
I thought: I am not bad at this kissing. Not bad at all.
I thought: I am clearly the greatest kisser in the history of the universe.
Suddenly she laughed and pulled away from me. She wiggled a hand out of her sleeping bag and wiped her face. “You slobbered on my nose,” she said, and laughed.

“Yeah, well. If you’re staying here in hopes of making out with Alaska, I sure wish you wouldn’t. If you unmoor her from the rock that is Jake, God have mercy on us all. That would be some drama, indeed. And as a rule, I like to avoid drama.”
“It’s not because I want to make out with her.”
“Hold on.” He grabbed a pencil and scrawled excitedly at the paper as if he’d just made a mathematical breakthrough and then looked back up at me. “I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.”
And he was right.

Neal: Del… Why did you kiss my ear?
Del: Why are you holding my hand?
Neal: Where’s your other hand?
Del: Between two pillows…
Neal: Those aren’t pillows!

I want to control you, command you, dominate you, and use you. And then I want to touch you, hold you, kiss you, and make you feel safe.

He held out his hand to Sophie, just like Mrs. Pentstemmon, but a little less royally. Sophie levered herself up, wondering if she was meant to kiss this hand or not. But since she felt more like raising her stick and beating the King over the head with it, she shook the King’s hand and gave a creaking little curtsy.