Can someone describe what a kiss feels like?

It's the most amazing thing in the whole world.

First time my boyfriend kissed me, it took my breath away, I didn't know what to say, what to do, but just stare and almost cry. I knew he loved me and I loved him.

It feels so great to feel him slowly coming toward me and holding me, with his lips slowly pressing onto mine and slowly and gently kissing me. Everything in the world seems to disappear-everything bad is gone, everyone I'm mad at go away, everything I regret goes away, everything I've ever wanted comes to me and I feel safe, loved, and happy.

A passionate kiss. Like with someone new... It's a nervous feeling at first. Your stomach is turning while you are tingling with excitement. The heart begins to race and your fingers tremble. As you lean in for your lips to touch, a lot is racing through your mind. Sometimes you're thinking about the person, whether they like you. Sometimes you're thinking how awesome this is or how long you've waited for this moment that you can't believe it's here. It's a rush, like standing still in a stampede of mustangs. Then when your lips touch, it's bullet-time, everything seems so slow. All your senses go haywire. You feel the air pass as she breathes through her nose, the smell on her skin, her soft lips. The taste is unfamiliar, so it's untrue at first. Her lips will taste different the next time you kiss her. The sound the lips make when they disengage is so beautiful. You never paid such close attention to a sound.

I was thinking about my first kiss.

everyone's opinion on this is different but i think you already pictured it in your mind, you just need to use your imagination and put yourself into the story and what it means to you. Instead of just writing about the kiss, describe the feelings they have for each other and how the kiss shows that. Get your thoughts down on paper and work from that, I think you're making this harder than it is because you think there's only one answer. Good luck

well first of all im guessing you want a really romantic scene. so have it be outside at night when its not too cold out but still chilly. then have them in a conversation then stop talking. look into each others eyes and lean it. (for a first kiss) the tongue seems slimy and kinda gross but later on it is better. a warm feeling dis-bursts through a body feeling the softness of lips and the other person's mouth. even though it is chilly outside the person you are kissing gives you a warm feeling. slightly breathing through your nose and you lean out for a milli second to get air (because if you go in for seconds that means that your good) look him in the eye again and lean in once more. slowly moving your tongue in sync with him.

it depends who's kissing you, cause there are good kissers and bad kissers, and sometimes your lip don't match the other person's lips...or it's awkward...but when it all works out, wow it is the greatest thing ever, you lose yourself in the moment, and it feels like there's just the two of you, and it can get you pretty fast to something else...

heaven because lips are on of the most sensitive part of the body a passionate kiss make you feel good inside motivated to go further you feel alive and appreciate it for its wonder in such a simple small jesture of affection. As far as taste, not so much taste e as sensation, smell maybe perfume or personal body odor, hear the sound of the kiss wow it is wonderful you should do it

No I cannot really describe it but just say that it is very, very nerve racking. The very first time is the worst but the first time with someone new is nerve racking also. It might be because of the fear of rejection - perhaps.

I won't describe it because it's kind of gross..

you just don't think of anybody else, you are mostly nervous, you end laughing at the end.. and then kissing again... you feel butterflies.. and you see nothing.. unless you open your eyes

Its feels like love and brush on your lips and smile on your face and his tongue in your mouth it feels pretty good at 1st it seems scary but u no what it wasnt scary anymore

He looked at me, his eyes squinting and his mouth smirked in this smile that made me know he was thinking something. Something I may like, something different, something I never experienced.

"What?" I said, smiling and pulling the hair from my face. "What's that smile for?" I could hear my heart beat in my ears, my pulse practically racing. Something about this boy made me want to grin, to laugh, but in a good way. I wanted to be so close to him I could hardly stand it.

"Nothing," he said, shaking his head, and looking away. His small chuckle was infectious and I couldn't help but giggle too as he added, "Nothing at all."

"Okay," I said, smiling back at him under the hot summer sun.

"Actually," he said, stepping toward me, taking my head in one hand, thumb by my ear, fingers curled around the back of my skull, tangled in my hair. "There is something," he said as I realized my breath had stopped, my eyes became doe eyes. His lips brushed mine, like he was afraid he'd break mine, and just as I pressed mine to his, he pulled away.

His eyes met mine and we shared a smile, and I was certain he could hear my heart, could feel it about to pound right out of my chest. But I was happy. No, ecstatic. I stood on my tip toes, and our mouths met again, this time it was as if we were on fire. I heard nothing, saw nothing, felt nothing but him. The cars on the street did not exist, nor did I see how blue the sky was. I saw only him. I closed my eyes and felt his hand on my hip, pulling me closer to him. And yet, I wanted to be closer.

His tongue darted out to meet mine, and I was a litle unsure how to kiss back, but excited because I wanted to very badly. At first, all that happened was the tips of our tongues. Then, slowly but surely, we kissed. Soon it became harder to kiss, because he was smiling and so was I.

We were happy. And then we pulled away from each other, taking each other's hand and continue to walk down the street, our smiles brighter than the sun. He walked on, smiling, looking at the cars passing and I walked nex to him and looked up at him and it hit me, hit me like a bullet. I was in love with him.