“A gentle kiss on the lips is like the breath of a fallen angel.”
“Love is Fallen.... Like *FALLEN* ANGELS...”
“She leaned in, and kissed her Marid gently, sweetly. She tried to kiss him the way she’d always thought kisses would be. His lips tasted like the sea.”
“When we kiss, his lips on mine are like CPR--breathing the life back into me.”
“Oh, and let’s not forget that there seems to be a gang of idiotic, fallen angels after me. Honestly, they could all kiss my ass.”
“Sighing my sadness into him, I gently kiss his lips. I will remember this moment for eternity.”