Lips Poems Novels & Stories

The moon goddess herself descended down to earth. Only to love me… to be with me She became my dream girl. As I dreamt only in her presence. She is the fire who scorched me affectionately. And I let my heart char in her hands intentionally. Her shiny glossed lips Are two-line poem mix When she wet them with her tongue That sight makes me go drunk. She is the vixen I intend to marry. An enemy who tastes like cherry Her body is like a deep ocean. And I drown inside her with no intention

I can stare into his eyes for the rest of my life. “ Your lips ” he says . “Lips…what about them ?” I think about that question but I don't say it out loud. “ You have the most beautiful lips that anyone can think about. That is why I love kissing them all the time. '' he adds. His other hand travels to my lips and begins to caress them .

Thousands of thoughts poured into my mind as I rub my thumb to clean the dust from her lips. She holds my wrist, our eye contact is becoming deeper with every passing second. I adore her beautiful black eyes, her brownish spotless skin, her rose petal lips while she is wearing no lipgloss or lipstick. Her glowing pinkish lips invite me to leap into them, consume them like drugs. I want to consume not only her lips but all of her. 5 years, and still can't get over her. Nobody felt the same as she feels like to me.

I felt i could see her soul just by staring deep into her sky blue eyes, those eyes, oh , those eyes. Her nose was elegantly crafted, straight to the end, My gaze landed on her red moist lips , they were tinted in red and were shaped like a bow, her lips were blooming like the fresh set of flower to grow on a cool weather, her lips sat there elegantly, looking tempting and obviously begging to be kissed, i stared At her lips for a long time and couldn't help but felt a huge urge to kiss the tears away. Despite the lace of tears, she still stood confidently asking a stranger for a night.

He winked at me and whispered : "My lips are so dry.." "Ohh..wait ..i'll bring you a glass of water! Oh i'm so impolite! " "No! Stay here baby! My lips are dry because they're craving for your's ! It's so hard to look at you without being able to kiss those juicy lips that are waiting for me to come taking care of them!" "Awww Dylan..come ..quick! "

His lips tilted up into a genuine smile. His gaze swept down the entire length of her petite frame before they found their way back to her beautiful face and latching onto her dry lips. A jolting current of desire rushed through his body as he stared intently at her mouth. Enchanted, he leaned down and lightly pressed his lips onto her cold ones. Her lips, although chafed, felt warm and soft against his own. Exquisite. He reluctantly withdrew an inch before pressing his lips back against hers. This time his lips on her's lingered longer than before, drinking on them fervently. The pleasure that washed over him at their intimate touch was deep-felt.

Curling my lashes, I admired how they framed my eyes, making them appear longer and fuller. Moving on to my lips, I traced them with a soft rosy hue that enhanced their natural shape. The color brought life to my smile, making it even more radiant and inviting. I couldn't help but imagine the feeling of Lucian's lips against mine, the taste of sweetness lingering on our kiss.

Her kiss is like torment, sweet agony that gives me nothing but divine pleasure. Our lips brush softly against each other. Her lips are soft and delicately. They dance against me like butterfly wings. I pull away, hesitating for a moment. She felt new, yet oddly familiar, Her lips seemed molded to the shape of mine. My hands curled around her so perfectly as if they were made just for her. She tastes like passion, like pure, unrestrained passion, and I want more.

I boldly state; not waiting for her answer, I start moving my lips breath by breath closer to hers. The moment our lips touch, the world vanishes in an instant. Her lips are softer than I ever imagined, and she tastes even sweeter than heaven. My lips are firm against hers, 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 her. Her warmth, her touch, her being.

I so desperately want to claim those lips. The moment our lips touch, the world vanishes in an instant. Her lips are softer than I ever imagined, and she tastes even sweeter than heaven. My lips are firm against hers, 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 close, and all I can feel is her. Her warmth, her touch, her being.