Bread dough rises, weapons kill, kisses still taste sweet.

Lord knows she'd secretly wondered a million times what his kisses felt and tasted like and now she knew the answer.

The kiss she gave him tasted of relief, which made him feel worse.

But his mouth was harder now, and his kisses tasted like stale bread.

Felicia had always wondered how a kiss would taste, would feel.

Her kiss tasted exactly how he'd imagined it: raspberries and smoky roses.

Her kiss, which was always wonderful, tasted extraordinarily delicious.

The maid was sweet and skillful, but all her kisses tasted of duty.

Her lips glistened, making him remember how her kisses had tasted.

Cheng was shaking him by the shoulder, and Myra's kiss tasted of tears.