smoochy

A smoochy number, so he'd have to hold her close.

"You don't just go around making smoochy sounds at women!

I'd danced with her for the final half-hour but she remained very cool, even during the smoochy numbers.

When he noticed them, he kissed the glass with big, smoochy lips.

He was pretty smoochy with Mariqueen, in a very gentlemanly way.

It'll be smoochy roochy for me from now on.

The live music includes everything from Vietnamese folk music to slow smoochy tunes.

Nice smoochy music - how about it?'

She played smoochy soul and sipped well-chilled Sauvignon as she pottered, more than content with her own company.

"I thought it was one of those smoochy sort of midday things and not our kettle of fish," Mr. Moloney said yesterday.

Remembered for their toe-curlingly smoochy kiss on stage at the 2000 Democratic National Convention, the Gores, aged 62 and 61, had appeared the quintessential American couple.

She was one of those friendly and smoochy lidics, and she kissed both Biloxi and Melchisedech every time she brought something else to the table.

Slow smoochy music from the stereo and if you were a boy you grabbed the nearest girl and tried your luck, and if it was out you tried another.

Mr. Reuben has had such world coups as the cover of People magazine (Bess Myerson and Carl A. Capasso in a smoochy condition).

They wait patiently for them to line up by the proper doors for their grade level and often wave or honk as they drive away, even though they have just received a big, smoochy kiss.

Becker and Engelman combined only for a pleasantly smoochy encore by David Jaeger, composed this year and arranged by Engelman from a piano accompaniment to the viola.

The bar was closed and now everybody was up on deck, slow smoochy music that had couples clinging to each other; the swell seemed stronger now so that you could easily have lost your balance.

Unlike "Bangla Desh", the song returns briefly to this sparse, piano-led setting, over which Harrison sings falsetto, similar to the two "smoochy codas" in "The Answer's at the End".

Leng calls the song "one of its writer's most beguiling pieces ... a grin-making exploration of major and minor sevenths that oozes smoochy soul" and, within the context of Harrison's marital strife and transitional lifestyle at the time, "a wistful shrug of the shoulders set to music".