He knelt down and patted the ground, but the snow's frozen kiss burned his fingers.

For months thereafter he could remember that kiss; it had burned its way into his mind.

Paula's kiss burned against my forehead like a hot cartridge case.

Her kiss, that of a female slave, burned on my lips.

Sweeney felt the kiss of it burn on her left triceps.

Ven's kiss was deep and satisfying but, as he broke that kiss and his eyes burned into hers, she wanted more.

She gave him back his kisses with fervor, whispering her thanks that he was conscious, was no longer burning with fever.

Her kiss burned like ice, the chill struck through to his heart.

His kisses burned and braised her lips.

His kiss burned again upon her mouth.