kisses [Theme] Page 4

He leaned over and pressed her lips to my lips. I had to kiss men, especially during the war when the flirting and constant novels were frivolous companions of death and uncertainty of the future. With Jamie it was different. Its exceptional tenderness no small me was not dictated by experience; rather it was the manifestation of the power conscious, but limiting yourself; challenge and encouragement are all the more remarkable that they did not was requirements.
I'm yours, like she said. And if you think I am, so...
I took my lips parted to meet his lips, Yes, I took all my heart and calling, and awakening.

Look, but we all need someone to kiss goodbye.

I believe, I believe
Though he was not experienced
What could the monk not to be a hypocrite
And live as you pledged on oath;
The kisses and smiles
People are not always insidious,
Near that small errors
Sometimes they forgive,
That time heals the pain,
That the world created for happiness,
That virtue is not the name.
And life is more than a dream!..

Believe me, beauty is not long hair, thin legs, tanned skin and perfect teeth. Beauty is the face of someone who just cried and suddenly smiled. Beauty is the scar on knee, left since you fell when you were little. Beauty is the circles when you're in love and can't sleep. Beauty is expression, aroused by the ring of the alarm clock; it floated makeup when you take a shower; this is when you smile at the joke only you understand. Beauty is the wrinkles painted by time. Beauty is what we feel inside, and how it changes us on the outside. Beauty is all the marks that have been left by life; all the slap and all the kisses that holds memory.

I dreamed that you kissed some girl and then I kissed her - just to be able to feel your lips...

It's coming closer
The flames are licking my body
Won't you help me?
I feel like I'm slipping away
It's hard to breathе
And my chest is a heaving
Lord have mercy,
I'm burning a hole where I lay
Your kisses lift me higher,
Like a sweet song of a choir.
And you light my morning sky
With burning love,
With burning love
Just a hunk, a hunk of burning love.




It's coming -
The flame touches my body.
Help me
I feel that slipping away,
Hard to breathe,
And my chest gets all tight.
Lord, have mercy,
I'm on fire, burning a hole there where you belong.
Your kisses lift me
Like the sweet song of the choir.
You light my morning sky
Ardent love,
Ardent love.
Just a generous share, a generous share of love.

But with ray it was different. Their kisses, hugs and early affection left for her Museum values which the memory is kept under a glass cover.

The silver men in the pocket always turns black if a man kisses a witch.

Promised lips saved letters,
Spaced flowers
Deep and sharp
Light and dark.
We lifted into the air and the sun,
And the time is ripe and all of a sudden cracked.
Kisses from the words, we broke the silence.
But the water had a thirst that could not be drunk
So long drop at the edge of the morning grass.

Tell me I'm your baby
And you'll never leave me
Tell me that you'll kiss me
Forever




Tell me I'm your baby,
And that you will never leave me.
Tell me, what are you going to kiss me
Forever.

But you've read stories. You know the Prince will come, and now the bride is no longer innocent. The kisses are different: one is to awaken, to heal, and the third to save. Princesses become Queens, and there was another Queen who did not deserve to be fire.

- Don't kiss... It's giving the wrong impression
- No, the fact that... comrade Director, You seem to not quite...
- Completely!

All these hugs, kisses, smiles, laughter, "I love you", sex, future plans all this shoreline hell without any difficulty.

His hands remember everything: touching, affection, kissing, but only thoughts are unconscious and ignorance the most important.