Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing- singing, laughing, learning.

And then I opened my eyes and it was just Grace and me - nothing anywhere but Grace and me - she pressing her lips together as though she were keeping my kiss inside her, and me, holding this moment that was as fragile as a bird in my hands.

Not enough, he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won't be enough.

Kissing - and I mean like, yummy, smacking kissing - is the most delicious, most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do, bar none. Better than sex, hands down.

Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.

Our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.

Dear as remembered kisses after death.

The anatomical juxtaposition of two orbicularis oris muscles in a state of contraction.

Kisses kept are wasted; Love is to be tasted.

Without stopping to be sorry for her head he crammed kisses in her mouth, and she wound her arms up around his own drenched head and returned him kiss for kiss.

A kiss, when all is said, what is it? An oath that's given closer than before; A promise more precise; the sealing of Confessions that till then were barely breathed; A rosy dot placed on the i in loving.

Kissing don't last: cookery do!

I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.

Kiss me. Again. Once more. Commands to be obeyed when issued by a woman.

We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.

When I was very young, I kissed my first woman, and smoked my first cigarette on the same day. Believe me, never since have I wasted any more time on tobacco.

Lips that taste of tears, they say Are the best for kissing.

The kiss originated when the first male reptile licked the first female reptile, implying in a subtle, complimentary way that she was as succulent as the small reptile he had for dinner the night before.

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom.

Though I know he loves me, Tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the dreams I had.