But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write; And, ever since, it grew more clean and white.
He bit his lip in a manner which immediately awakened my maternal sympathy, and I helped him bite it.
A date once leaned in to kiss me, and he ended up kissing my cheek. He was a little offended, but I didn't want to kiss him just to not hurt his feelings.
We came around the corner, I kissed her and after I kissed her she relaxed. And then I grabbed her and kissed her again and she was shocked! And that was what we wanted.
I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.
I waited for my first kiss.
I wanted him to love me, and I'm quite sure that he didn't.
Kissing could have begun as a way of sniffing out who's who. From a whiff to a kiss was just a short trip across the face.
We said we'd fly the flag without him and carry on. I didn't give him a kiss because I still hadn't accepted what was happening. I was hoping that some miracle was going to happen. Of course, it didn't. I wish I had kissed him now.
Though I know he loves me, tonight my heart is sad; his kiss was not so wonderful as all the dreams I had.