Lips Poems Novels & Stories

"I was reincarnated because of your eyes Forest under eyelids The ember we lit in February Remained in my heart But how long do I have to hide? How long will it take for me to finally say the words? The words that swirl on my lips Waiting for other lips to free them The rivulet on your palm Flows in my heart as well" "Shit!" "Why?" I asked. "I put his name at the back of the paper." He put his palm on his face. Mark started to recite another poem. "When I put my lips on yours I felt real love The love that I have been looking for You don't have to hide Because I like you from the start Don't force the words to leave your lips The answer is not a kiss

" No I don't, '' I said and managed to pull myself out of the world he is trying to create for just the both of us. I swiftly left that spot and moved farther and got more close to the waterfall and little droplets splashed on my face. I shined my eyes and thought of how to escape this. All of a sudden I saw him standing in front of me. I immediately turned and backed him and the waterfall " If truly you do not love me just like your lips utters, then why don't you say it while looking into my eyes. It's true that the lips have been wired by God to lie at some point but the truth is that the eyes never lie and it depicts every truth there is to a person. If truly you know you do not feel any

Her soft delicate lips. "Yes. Yes!"

They were filled with beauty. Lily's lips slightly parted, ready to savor his soft lips. In the next moment, he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her passionately. He explored every inch of her mouth with his tongue, sharing an intimate connection. He could taste the hint of lemon juice, sweet and tangy. It mixed with her natural taste, creating a unique blend in his mouth.

Jarngrimr Crucible of Lips And I’ll worship at your altar, and choke on your lips, the crucible deadly of hips like an empire, breasts like Everest, so mighty and rounded with snow, our sexes are flush and questioning, our hands are seeking as you straddle my foolish heart, your hair lush like a river of nightmares, your eyes the color of swamps, and in red lipstick marks on the haunted house wall my demoness writes “You’re Mine,” drives home

he asks. I nod. He blows another soft breath across my lips. “Yes.” “You scared me, young lady.” I smile slightly. “Don't be so reckless next time.” He warns gently, in a softer voice. His fingers come up to my face, gently brushing against my lower lip. “We don't want to scald these beautiful lips of yours.” My breath catches. I should say something sarcastic. I should make fun of him for suddenly becoming a poet. Instead, I just stand there.

I look at you- and I want to kiss you More than anything I just want a kiss A kiss to tell me that you trust your lips against mine. A kiss to prove to me that I can still see the world with my eyes closed. A kiss to remind me that actions truly do speak louder than words. I look at you- and I just want to kiss you -Affectionate Poems.

I'm just feeling out of the world right now. He sucked my lower lip and I automatically sucked his upper lip. He's kissing me so softly right now like my lips are made up of glass. I'm feeling so damn incredible after tasting his luscious lips, they taste so delicious and I'm one of the lucky women to taste them. I'm feeling like he is stealing my breath away from me and giving back his breath to me.

Your face is so exquisite that I forget how to speak, And with every visit to your beauty I become more weak. I wish that I could touch you like I do each time I write, If each caress could come to life and make you smile so bright. Your lips are so delightful, like sweet icing on a cake; Dear God, how much more endless pleasure can I slowly take? Darling, would you let me pay attention to each one? And with each kiss confess to you the things I would have done? Just the thought of tender bliss can render words like this; Oh, you are so beautiful, with love I am so full.

Those eyes we’re the first which attracted my all attention. And her lips… those fucking sexist lips were my undone. Maybe her lips had gone dry of nervousness or she just heard my thoughts don’t know… Suddenly she made a damn lap with her tongue around her lips. One sweet and smooth motion. Fuck! Those thin strips of heaven. I want them on my cock, which is getting harder and harder. This girl was so fucking attracting that it made me lose all my sanity.