Lips Poems Novels & Stories

Everything about him disgusts me, especially those lips. I’ve washed my lips so many times today, scrubbing at the memory of his unwanted kiss. Now, I’m sitting at my desk, reapplying lipstick for what feels like the hundredth time, only to wipe it off again. These lips… the same lips Ethan kissed with so much passion last night. His kiss was breathtaking, unforgettable, and yet Gabe had to ruin everything with his pathetic attempt this morning.

I teased. Didn't think she was up for it. The next thing I felt was a whirlwind of emotions crashing all at once. It's electric, a shockwave that starts at my lips and spreads through my entire body, leaving me breathless and dizzy. There's a mix of disbelief-Is this really happening?-and an overwhelming rush of excitement that make my heart race uncontrollably. Her lips touch felt both thrillingly familiar and achingly perfect, as if I've been waiting for this moment without even realizing it. Time seems to pause, and in that fleeting instant, the world faded away, leaving only the warmth of her lips presence and the lingering taste of something I've secretly craved for so long. It's intoxi

Kiss me like there’s no tomorrow. ~ A. Gupta VIOLET MY Lips settled against his like a puzzle piece finding its original place. For a moment, we stayed still. Our lips slightly parted as we breathed for each other. And then my fingers impatiently tightened in his hair and his arm around my waist pulled me flush against his body as our mouths fused together. Our lips met in a hungry, hot and open mouthed kiss with our tongues trying to taste each other like it was the only thing we needed for our heart to continue beating its maddening rhythm.

She obeyed, her chest rising and falling a little faster. I began, my voice a deep rumble: *"Your eyes hold worlds I've never seen—* *Forests dark and rivers clean,* *Desire buried deep and true,* *A universe contained in you."* I stepped closer, my fingertips grazing her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. Her lips parted on a silent inhale. *"Your lips, soft petals kissed by rain,* *A cure for every buried pain,* *They speak in whispers, soft and low,* *And teach me things I'll never know."*

His heart is beating so loud, it feels like he is going to explode as he so desperately wants to claim my lips. The moment our lips touch, the world vanishes in an instant. His lips are even softer than I can remember, and he tastes even sweeter than heaven. Our lips are firm against each other, but the kiss remains soft, gentle, and slow. We hold it for a few seconds before our lips begin to move in perfect sync. My eyes fall closed, and all I could feel was him. His warmth, his touch, the things that he is doing to my body.

And when our lips touched, fireworks went off in my mind. This was the kind of girl wars were started over. My elbows tingled. My toes curled. I felt electricity sizzle down my spine. Her tongue pressed against my lips and I was all too eager to let her inside. All too eager to wrap her up in my arms. I pulled her close, heaving her into my lap, and she straddled me with effortless perfection. An entire epic poem spilled forth in my mind, encompassing the whole of Rae. From the soft touch of her fingertips against my jaw to the searing heat of her lips against my own.

I gulped my swallow to lubricate my parched throat as those eyes that mimicked the sea—in its color, in its allure—trailed over my face. “Remember how my lips felt on yours.” His eyes fell to my lips. “Then I’ll claim your lips.” His fingers replaced his stare as they grazed across my lips, a smile descending on his lips. I was dumbfounded. Speechless. My mind went blank. No. Wait. It wasn’t entirely blank. Something was written on it. A thought ached through my mind—what would his lips taste like? Would it taste dangerous, or would it be sweet?

I do not know if I will regret what I am doing, but right now, I can't bring myself to stop. The warmth of Lisa's lips is tempting, intoxicating, clouding my senses. Just like I had always imagined, her lips are so soft, so soft that it feels like I am drowning in an ocean of the most fluffiest vanilla cupcakes you can ever imagine.

His lips rested on mine while his heart seems to freeze, like flowers petal they pouted and squeezed. His lips cold and demanding, mine warm and shy. It seems a perfect match and all this his racing heart had ratified. His lips tasted pancakes and honey, our lips meeting each other in delight as if long parted friends meeting after a huge fight. While his lips sucked and kissed, my lips responded with equal valour and passion, making him deepen the kiss. They took a pause, inhaled air and again our lips crashed infusing each other with life, he claimed my lips and his lips were alraedy mines.

Hіѕ lірѕ аrе ѕо rеd and luѕсіоuѕ аnd bеаutіfullу fоrmеd. Thеу’rе lips thаt are meant to be kіѕѕеd. Thеу’rе ѕо plump, аnd thе urge to rеасh out аnd рut my finger оn thе bоttоm оnе is оvеrwhеlmіng.