“To the unspoiled, even a snikebite is a loving kiss. But to the spoiled even a loving kiss is a snake bite.”
“You should kiss me like it’s goodbye.”
“He drew her very tenderly close and their lips met like starved hearts.”
“Her kisses were the wings of butterflies, beating softly upon lips of crushed petals.”
“Farragut s first visitor was his wife. He was raking leaves in yard Y when the PA said that 734-508-32 had a visitor. He jogged up the road past the firehouse and into the tunnel. It was four flights up to cellblock F. Visitor, he said to Walton, who let him into his cell. He kept his white shirt prepared for visits. It was dusty. He washed his face and combed his hair with water. Don t take nuttin but a handkerchief, said the guard. I know, I know, I know.... Down he went to the door of the visitor s room, where he was frisked. Through the glass he saw that his visitor was Marcia. There were no bars in the visitor s room, but the glass windows were chicken-wired and open only at the top. A skinny cat couldn t get in or out, but the sounds of the prison moved in freely on the breeze. She would, he knew, have passed three sets of bars - clang, clang, clang - and waited in an anteroom where there were pews or benches, soft-drink engines and a display of the convict s art with prices stuck in the frames. None of the cons could paint, but you could always count on some wet-brain to buy a vase of roses or a marine sunset if he had been told that the artist was a lifer. There were no pictures on the walls of the visitor s room but there were four signs that said: NO SMOKING, NO WRITING, NO EXCHANGE OF OBJECTS, VISITORS ARE ALLOWED ONE KISS.”
“I kissed the girl on the lips, as if to suck her breath inside me. When I did this, the girl wilted, ever so slightly. In my arms, gradually she became lighter, and more transparent. The smell of lilies rose up, filling my breast, overwhelming me. The taste of the kiss was so sweet, I couldn t stop–even thoughI knew she would go on wilting if I continued. The girl was wilting by the instant, and something thick and strong was filling my breast.”
“He crushes his lips to mine. My face is already wet from tears, but the kiss isn’t sweet and romantic. At that moment, it feels like a kiss of life or death. It is carnal and harsh. I will never forget this kiss.”
“I had shelved expectations of another kiss; the intensity of not kissing now worked almost as well—the proximity and denial.”
“Hug is a holy kiss.”
“The strongest taste shall be a kiss.”
“If simply through talking we are this good at sexless foreplay, imagine, if you will, what ecstasy awaits in our first kiss...”
“Those blue pools still wavered between her eyes and mouth. “I’m gonna kiss you now, minou.” She might have nodded. She might have blinked. One for yes, two for hell yeah.”
“Then she leant over and kissed him very slowly, with infinite tenderness. As if she had had to wait an eternity to do so.”
“And then she kissed him with tongue- on the bus.”
“Never delay kissing a pretty girl or opening a bottle of whiskey.”
“So, how does he kiss? I m blushing. I tap my fingers on my lips before I say, He kisses like ... like it could be his job.”
“Percy threw his arms around her. They kissed, and for a moment nothing else mattered. An asteroid could have hit the planet and wiped out all life, and Annabeth wouldn t have cared.”