kiss - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
One...Slow and uncertain
Two...Soft and smooth
Three...Plump and delicious
Four...A growing rhythm.
Five..."Hmm," he moaned, sitting on top of me; knee's on either side of my thighs.
Six..."Hm," a small deeper moan answered back as he sat. My hands wandering on their own.
Seven...A sharp pain made me open wider and I was explored. Sweet spearmint peppermint
Eight..."Hm," he moaned again, pushing my head back into the cushion. Wet and lewd sounds.
Nine...A passionate dance for dominance that he fucking dominated.
Ten...We breathed heavily only because he pulled back.
His kiss is not at all the same as those movie stars, but one steeped in a passion that ignites. It is the promise of realness, of the primal desire that lives in us all. And with it he tells me that he is awake, connected within, that he embraces himself rather than hide as a copy of those romantic idols.
We stared at each other in an odd way, as if it were a silent argument. Our glances battled each other, until tears arose, and we found ourselves crying.
"Why did you do it?" I hiccuped, tears rolling down with the same quietness. He sighed, wiping his own tears, before rising from the hospital bed, and wandering toward the window with a curious slowness. His hand was curled around his stomach and he staggered in mental and physical pain.
I felt an urge to do something, to comfort him, but also myself. In a moment I pressed my lips against his, felt his body loosen and arms touch my shoulders. I chuckled beneath the salty tears, "It's payback." Then we hovered right there, quite soundless for so long, simply feeling each other's presence.
She grabs my arm. The one that’s covered in little angry red scars. My heart skips a beat. She doesn’t react. Did she know already? “How long?” It was all she asked. I ignored the question. She didn’t press me for an answer, which surprised me a little. “You know,” she says, “you’re heart’s intentions show you where you’re going and the physical scars show you where you’ve been.” I turned, for the first time and really looked at her. Her willowy frame. Her lack of makeup. Her flat chest. Her big nose. But in her, I saw beauty. Her eyes were a rich violet that stole your breath while looking through your soul. Her hair was like an obsidian waterfall that tumbled down her back in thick locks. Her hands were strong yet at the same time gentle. And her mouth… oh, how I wanted to kiss that mouth.
And so I did. It wasn’t like one of those close-mouthed kisses like you do when you’re in eighth grade and you’ve never held hands before with a girl. It was full on, open-mouthed, almost sexual kiss. And I loved it. I loved the way her small body melted into mine. The way our lips fit like two puzzle pieces. The way she relented as I played with her hair and held her tighter and tighter. When we broke away after what seemed like ages she looked at me...
Marie moves her head closer to Sam. He sits frozen, from both fear and excitement. She leans in, so her foreheads rests against his. They close their eyes. Both their breaths are shaking. "Thank you," she says in barely more than a whisper.
"For what?" He replies, his voice low and husky.
"For being you." Her voice wavers, exhilarated from the tension between them.
Marie gently leans in and kisses Sam's warms lips. They pull apart and take shaky, shallow breaths. Unable to contain themselves anymore, Sam holds Marie's head in his hands and pulls her into a fiery and passionate kiss. Her hands work their way around his body, feeling each crevasse, each line along his perfect physique.
She lies on her back as he matches her body's form. Sam's hands venture over her curved body, exploring. They pull apart and open their eyes. They stare at each other, deep into each other's eyes. Sam's full of wonder and love, Marie's full of curiosity and passion. No words are spoken but a story worthy of them is communicated.
Sam leans in a softly kisses up and down Marie's neck. She lets out little whimpers of anticipation. Sam works his way back to her tender, smooth lips. As they kiss she rolls him over and lies on top of his strong, muscular body. She runs her lips up his neck and lands a loving and intense kiss on his lips.
He knew she didn’t love him back, but he couldn’t resist. He leaned in a little closer, their foreheads touching. Dear god, he couldn’t fight against the thoughts that were going through him. Her very smell was flooding his senses now...
His lips brush mine. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. I want to pull away before I lose myself but I can’t seem to…In this minty moment, my senses have been seduced and I can no longer think straight. “Lilliana” he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. I smile, my heart fluttering at his voice as I clasp my hands on either side of his face. Never before has my name ever felt so wonderful a one, I think, as I lean in for another…
He kissed her and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled. She ran her fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest.
The next thing I knew, he had slammed his lips to mine and nearly knocked all wind from my lungs.
I hardly had a moment to react before he pressed his tongue to the seam of my lips and, at my grant of access, delved inside my mouth. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of old wine being exchanged in the intermingling of our billowing breaths. My arms reached up and tangled around his thick, strong neck. In an instant I had pulled away and arched up into his broad chest, moaning in the contact of body heat against my own, before I drew back into his lips. I could nearly feel the slight burn of the wine as it rolled off my tongue and seeped down my throat with every push of his tongue against mine.
Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to her hip. It settled there and pulled her closer. She inhaled sharply. She was against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection. Must he be so perfect? She splayed her hand against it, intending to push him away, but instead she left it there. His breathing quickened as did hers. He began nuzzling her neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were whispers. She urged herself to push away, but couldn’t. Her limp body began to tremble uncontrollably. His head was angled slightly to the side as his lips came closer and closer to hers. She was surprised to find her own lips parted. Their breaths mingled. Her heart fluttered inside her chest. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss. Then his arms encircled her. He drew her to him so the
I was completely unprepared. You would think that after all the hours I'd spent with Gale - watching him talk, laugh and frown - that I would know all there was to know about his lips. But I hadn't imagined how warm they would feel pressed up against my own.
When she kissed me my brain lit on fire and the warmth spread throughout my entire body. After that I was addicted, I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she was around. Those kisses were my salvation and my torment. I lived for them and I would die with the memory of them on my lips. I dedicated my life to being with her from the moment of that first kiss, for I knew that if I lost her I would loose myself. She was the half that made me whole.
This is not what I'd thought would happen when he asked 'for a word' but I'm certainly not going to object. A kiss is one of the most sensual happenings, aside from sex and, of course, I loved it. His lips was warm and tasted of mint; he had obviously been chewing gum earlier. His hands were wrapped around my waist and mine locked around his neck pulling him down slightly. When we broke apart for air, I rested my forehead against his and gathered some much needed oxygen. His smirk told me everything and I smiled back, sinking into his hold.
I had expected fireworks, tingles and desire, but in the end I could only describe it as sloppy and wet. I had no more desire to come back for another kiss than to snog my pet pooch. Her tongue had been something like a muscular eel worming it's way into my mouth and when we pulled apart I had to fight the urge to wipe her thick saliva from around my lips.
They both knew it was coming. A shy look before he pulled her face closer and their lips met. But it was not like in films or stories. No fireworks for them. The kiss was like two strangers meeting: very formal and mechanical.
I hesitantly looked up at him. The swirls of emotion I saw there made me gasp. Lust and desire. However, before I could ponder about it further, he yanked me to him and covered my mouth with his in a hungry kiss. As our lips crushed together, I felt like i was walking on air. It was magic, the way his lips connected with mine. His mouth was so warm, the caress of his lips softer than I could have imagined and I opened my mouth with a low moan.
The kiss was brief and perfunctory, a duty done, a ritual performed. Naomi clinked the ice in her glass and smiled at her husband, with a warmth that surprised him. Had he looked more closely he may have noticed her glazed expression and surmised the less flattering reason for her pleasure.
The kiss obliterated every thought. For the first time in forever Ryan's mind was locked into the present. The worries of the day evaporated like a summer shower onto a hot car. His usual mode of hurrying from one thing to the next was suspended, he had no wish for the kiss to end. Drunk on endorphins his only desire was to touch her, to move his hands under her smooth summer layers and feel her perfect softness. In moments the soft caress has become more firm, he savoured her lips and the quickening of her breath that matched his own. A kiss like this was a beginning, a promise of much more to come.
Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me.
Jack held her gently, cupping her face with one hand. He leaned down and softly kissed the tender area at the base of her neck. Elsa’s body went rigid with surprise as trembles shook her body and the euphoric warmth blossomed within her once more. Elsa was breathless with delight as he showered her with gentle, soft kisses, each with its own flicker of warmth. Elsa gazed up at him, thrilled beyond words to be the recipient of his affection. He drew back again and spent a moment studying her face.
Elsa felt her blush deepen under his scrutiny. Jack gazed at her lovingly, his eyes softening with tenderness before sparking with something else. He tilted her head to the side and kissed her, his lips demanding. Elsa felt a smoldering heat deep within her as Jack’s grip tightened, crushing her body to his, gentle yet firm. He slanted her head further, deepening the kiss.
I stared deep into her ocean blue eyes, I cupped her cheek that was slowly turning red. I smiled at her before slowly I leaned into her. My other hand was shaking slightly, my mind was repeating the same sentence over and over,"Don't do this... don't do this." But the sound of my heart was beating so loudly I couldn't concentrate. It felt like it was going to explode.
Finally my lips touched her. Sparks flew in every direction, and the world was slowly disappearing around us, along with all of our worries, our troubles and our problems. She made me feel like none of that mattered. It was a small yet warm kiss. I honestly never knew a kiss so innocent could be so intimate and electrifying. Her lips were moving in perfect sync, my hands feeling her waist; I pulled her closer, the kiss deeper, more passionate. I felt her hands on the back of my neck play with the ends of my hair. A smile grew on my face as it started to tickle, finally we pulled apart.
Paul's kiss stole the words I didn't need to say. In that silence all of our secrets were laid bare, all of our passions and the spark of love that existed between us. In that moment, in his love, I was strong. One kiss and I had the courage to do what had to be done.
His fingers gently ran up and down her spine, coaxing shivers out of Elsa. With her cheeks still blushing hotly, she glanced back up into his captivating blue eyes. He leaned down, resting his forehead against hers. Elsa watched breathlessly as his eyes studied hers with silent intensity. His warm breath ghosted across her face. Elsa shut her eyes in anticipation. She stifled a surprised gasp as his soft lips captured hers, causing her body to flush with heat. The heat seemed to travel through her veins, warming her. Just as she felt a rush of euphoric bliss envelop her, making her heart sing with pure joy, Jack drew away. She instantly missed the lovely heat curling within her.
She looks up at me with her tear stained face and kisses me. As cheesy as it sounds, it's just like the movies. For that single moment time stops. I don't care about the people around us, in fact I don't even notice them. It's just me and her. There's no war, no death, no suffering, just us.
Warm lips pressed against hers. Erin’s eyes widen and it takes approximately one point three seconds to realise Sander is kidding her and a further three pint eight seconds to realise that she’s kissing him back. Her eyes have fluttered shut and in the darkness she sees light exploding. His lips are chapped and her bones are aching and she can taste the metallic tang of blood but she doesn’t care because all she can focus on is the liquid warmth that is quickly spreading through her body.
All she can focus on is Sander. On the soft moan he just make, o the intoxicating feeling of diving head first into an erupting volcano and most of all, the way he tastes like cotton candy and midnights under turning galaxies. The kiss is long and his mouth is hot and her heart is clos
He kissed her. Soft and slow and he tasted like November, like hot chocolate on stormy evenings and crisp autumn air.
The weirdest part was when our lips came into contact with each other, it sent shivers down my back, the intoxicating smell of early morning dew and the taste of blueberry gave a different vibe, as I looked at her, I could see different emotions.
She opened her mouth and prepared to belt out the loudest scream she could muster. She was suddenly stopped as his mouth covered hers. His warm lips were gentle, but firm. He drew away quickly. Azura could hardly swallow. Heat engulfed her body. She grimaced. Why did I let him use me like that? She shivered with anger as well as fear.
Spin the bottle. And I kissed him. Just a peck. Later we are alone and we flirtatiously talk. But I don't kiss him. We leave. "Why wouldn't you kiss me." "Because I would have broken the rules... The only rule is that the everything means nothing." "And?" "And if I would have kissed you, I would have broken the rules."
Slowly, inexorably, he presses his lips to Sehun’s. It’s soft and gentle and chaste and maybe there’s no fireworks or sparks, but it’s better than that – it’s a wave of warmth that fills him up, spilling out from his heart and the warmth of Sehun’s lips on his and rushing to every corner of his body: the cracks in between his toes, the crooks of his elbows, the tips of his ears. Every inch of him is saturated with love.
"Sh." I hushed her, before moving my finger, and pressing my hand against her cheek, giving me more support to push myself towards her, and connect our lips again. My lips were firm against hers, but the kiss remained soft, gentle, slow. We held it for a few seconds, before our lips began to move in perfect sync, slowly, cautiously. I exhaled through my nose, not wanting to let go. My entire body had been taken over by the overwhelming feeling of relief, combined with eccentric panic, and lust. I moved my hand from her cheek to the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her long, dark chocolate hair, lightly pulling her into me, adding more pressure to our lips, deepening the kiss.
We stared awkwardly into each others eyes, slowly leaning in. When our lips finally met, something like magic ignited, and the kiss deepened. My eyes were closed, all the worries of Michael finding out gone from my mind. Sadly, a few minutes later, I had to pull away, and what I saw standing behind me nearly made me faint on the spot.
Last night our lips met and we kissed
Lingering, heavenly bliss
It was only a kiss but look what it did
My knees got weak, I felt sick
But in a good way
Light headed, I swayed
I held on to you, begged you to stay
You kissed me fast and then slow
Our tongues hungrily said hello
Without us saying a word
Our bodies melted, we glowed
Held each other tighter
While our eyes spoke
My heart raced
My belly ached
Curled toes, in a passionate woe
I shivered, I felt the earth quake
Cold sweat all over my face
I almost said I love you babes
That couldn’t be
How could a kiss do this to me?
Written by: Charmaine Wallace
Not knowing when it happened her lips were suddenly locked with Ethan’s, kissing him. The start of the soft touch sent a strong feeling of warmth spiraling through her system. Her eyes closed fearlessly, but the closure didn’t let her see darkness, it instead created colours of fondness. Her tense nerves soon began to relax, her troubles, her pain began to melt away and the surroundings began to disappear leaving only her, her and Ethan. This. This felt true. This felt good. This felt right.
His lips felt so gentle so warm, she felt her hands begin to slide up his chest and encircle his neck, as the kiss began to grow heavy. Ethan's hand slid off her face and tightened around her waist. She continued kissing him hungrily wanting more. She felt herself being pushed against the wall of the gazebo, Ethan’s body pressing against hers. The kiss goes on, their lips moving in perfect sync and the kiss becoming more passionate by the second.
Her right hand flowed onto the his open skin her as her left hand began greedily undoing his shirt. Their lips parted and clasped onto one another once again with an adding of more pressure. Thomas’s hand slid smoothly onto her arm, lifting it and pinning it against the wall. Their kiss grew more greedy, her mouth locking tighter. The heat flowing throughout her body began to grow as she felt his other hand slide through her cleavage and onto the shirt of her dress, in contact with the buttons he slowly began to unhook them,her shirt began to hang loosely, her lace corset beginning to show. Reluctantly Hazel removed her lips from Ethan, leaning frailly against the wall. Her eyes leisurely began to open, eyelids relaxed as she slowly sucked in the cool air. Ethan stares back, his eyes calm. She rested her forehead upon his as her hand slipped back onto his bare skinned chest. Her breath was slow. In strength she quietly murmurs “I love you”. Ethan’s slow breathing emitted the same words.Their lips captured once more before letting go
He lowered his face to mine and our lips met, the moment I had dreamed of for so long. He placed his hand on my waist and drew me closer deepening the kiss. As we parted I saw his eyes sparkle and lips curve up into a smile and I couldn't help but smile back.
The kiss came out of nowhere. One minute Ryan was over the other side of the coffee table engrossed in some survival book, the next he was kissing Naomi, his hand clasped gently into the back of her hair, pressing in softly. After a few seconds he broke away and smiled, “I just had to do that, even if it is only once.” The look on her face told him everything, there wasn't the outrage there should have been, if anything she had the same expression she had for expensive chocolates and liqueurs. The kiss was inconsequential, he could even laugh about it with the boys, with her husband. But there was no way that was going to be a one off...
I love that you are taller, that I reach up and let my arms hang softly about your neck, resting on your shoulders. In that closeness, we are still in our hearts and the chaos of the world is as a bird settled in her nest. Your scent intoxicates; your gentle smile my salvation. I see the tilt of your head as you draw in for the kiss and my own tilts upward. After that is the heady bliss, feeling your emotions in lips so full of love. There is something unique in all the world about our kiss, and it is that we love one another down to our souls - a sacred bridge between two minds, two souls, two bodies. In this garden, we are natural and free.
"Riley please listen," I yelled.
"Why should I Jake?" she yelled back.
"Riley, please, I'm sorry" I said.
"Are you really?" she said, crossing her arms.
"Yes I am," I said.
"How do I know you aren't just going to break my heart just like you've done to other girls? What makes me anymore special?" she asked.
"Because you're different. You couldn't care less about what everyone thinks. If someone insults you, you insult them right back and then walk away like nothing happened. If someone picks a fight with you, they go down," I started. "You're independent; you're cool; you're fun to hang out with. I love you Riley," I said, leaning in. My lips covered her's and the world seemed to disappear around us. "Please don't ever leave me," I whispered against her skin.
Without hesitation, they both slowly moved in. Their lips finally united together, her plump, velvety lips compelling against his slimmer, warm ones, dancing around and soon bonding together. Epiphany and elation percolated into their veins and soon the entire system as he continued to press his lips more impenetrably and rougher onto Avery’s lips. His insistent mouth was parting her trembling lips, sending wild tremors along her nerves, inflicting sensations she had never known she was capable of feeling. Then, she kissed him back, the kiss getting deeper, deeper than all the galaxies in the universe. Her vanilla lips imprinting themselves on Caden’s like a footprint in the snow, forging a sense of exoticism and roguery.
No one has ever kissed her like this. Ha! Nobody had ever kissed her. She'd always wondered what stories meant by melting in a kiss, now she fully understood, dissolving into Caden’s lips.
His mouth tasted like the peppermint candy he took, cool and warm at the same time. I forgot how it was to kiss him and how he would lick his top lip and fold them to the bottom one. I forget how gentle he was and how he would caress my face and lean me towards him.
And it was with that one kiss that I knew I was too deep. His lips are not a foreign touch to mine. For him, it was a goodbye and for me, it was a reason to hold on.
I can feel myself tremble. I felt like a coward in that moment. I didn’t want him to leave.
With the negative space between us, I lowered my head down. I knew once I pull my head up, he would be gone. That kiss packed so much nostalgia and my tears are the repercussions of all those memories.
His cold lips brushed against mine as he tugged me closer. I pressed my head against his sculpted chest, relishing the firm, hard muscle. Nestling closer, I listened for his heartbeat. It was there, that thunderous, rapid pounding that made me giggle with amusement.
My frozen breath mingled with his as we stared at each other, both of us a little unsteady. Desire and hunger glowed in his amber eyes while he held me against him.
Unable to resist any longer, he stooped, and our mouths pressed together in a long, passionate kiss. I drew my tongue over his teeth and swallowed his groan of pleasure as we slid closer to each other, no visible gap between us.
The moment our lips touched, the world vanished instantly. My eyes fell closed, and all I could feel was him. His warmth, his touch, his being. It was agony, knowing that this was the first, last, and only time that we could share this experience this. My heart ached when his hands cupped my cheeks and pulled me towards him, taking in this final embrace, this kiss of death. My whole body craved more, craved him, but it couldn't last. It was just for now, and I couldn't take it. Soon I could feel tears stinging in my eyes, and when he pulled away for air, I pulled him back in. I was intoxicated—I was intoxicating him, but it didn't matter. Nothing would matter after this.
I'd never had anything that was this "good enough".
As soon as the last syllable escapes his lips, he finds himself interlocked in a kiss. The tender touch they share makes the room around them disappear. There isn’t anything else in the world except the burning flame of their love. Something about this feeling makes Shouto feel like everything will be okay.
We sit on the porch steps for a few moments and then he turns to me.
“Thank you,” he finally says.
“For being my world, and for being yourself,”
I look back at him, and there is a softness in his eyes. His eyes glistened in the light. I look down at my lap, afraid if I stare any longer, I’ll ruin his beauty. He only takes his finger and lifts it up, so I meet his eyes. Although his eyes were soft, I notice the feelings behind them, as if he were longing for something. He touches his forehead to mine, and I feel a warmth. One that I’ve never experienced before. It fills my body, from head to toe, invigorating me and filling me with a passion and hope that is powerful. He leans his head closer to me and his lips meet mine. Gentle but passionate, he presses his lips into my lips. The world around me slowed, so I could be in this moment. My heart flutters, and I kiss back, cherishing the moment and Noah. His lips are soft and warm. He puts his hand on the back of my head, pulling me closer to him. We pull back and smile. I lay my head on his shoulder and even though I’m still filled with the warmth from the kiss, I shiver.
“You cold?” he asks but doesn’t give me time to answer. He pulls his jacket off and drapes it over my shoulders. We sit together in that moment and don’t say a word for it is too precious to ruin.
His eyes were gazing into mine like he was looking far beyond the hair and makeup. I stand and stare back at his emerald green eyes that glimmered like the stars in the sky. He looks at my lips and now I know what he's about to do. I am not ready at all for this. My hands get sweaty and shaky. He's leaning forward and my instinct is to take a step back and run for my life but I find myself moving closer to him and now I'm just about close that I can see his nose hairs. His lips touch mine and I somehow know exactly what to do with mine. They move together like two dancers sashaying through a melody. His lips are delicate and warm. Mine are crusty and chapped but I don't seem to care because right now, in this moment, I feel as if I'm floating in space and everything around me has turned to dust.
Keira moved up on her tiptoes, until there was barely a distance of an inch. I so desperately wanted to claim those lips, but what if this would be a bad idea? What if she was doing it influenced by the drinks. I didn’t want the guilt to weigh her down. I didn’t make the move, and nor did she. I just savored the moment, not wanted it to end. I prayed to the Christ that she wouldn’t move back. My hand was on her back, and her arms were around my neck. Her breath was mingled and interchanging with mine.