You told me you were Greek. You said you’d cook me Greek food and show me lots of Greek things. You weren’t even Greek. But you were a good kisser.
“I was so in love I almost died of a heart attack when my lips kissed theirs.”
Biting. If anyone has ever told you to “bite” a man’s lip, they didn’t actually mean “bite.” They meant lightly nibble and tug. Don’t bite him.
You kissed me and it tasted like poetry.
I have something valuable to give to the world. If I don’t know what it is yet, I will figure it out.
Maybe, deep down, I knew it wasn’t the right time. And it wasn’t. It still isn’t.
Ordinary kissing doesn’t leave evidence of a crime scene, but giving someone a hickey does.
Geminis want to be overwhelmed with passion. It doesn’t even really matter if you’re skilled at what you’re doing, as long as you act like you’re really into it you’ll blow them away.
“Are they creative? Are they boring? Sensual? Playful? I love discovering who they are.”
You were in the middle of an intense conversation where you could feel the chemistry between the two of you, but then you were interrupted by a cell phone or your cock block of a BFF and the moment was forever ruined.