Lips Poems Novels & Stories

Alexander’s lips quirked into a smile, a silent promise of what was to come. Without a word, he leaned in, their faces inches apart, the tension between them palpable. Sophia’s heart pounded in her chest, a rhythmic drumbeat that echoed in her ears. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, a contrast to the cool evening air that filtered through the open window. His breath, warm and tinged with mint, brushed against her lips, a prelude to the kiss she knew would follow.

This little wife of his is making him lose his mind as he felt enchanted with her soft, yummy pink lips and couldn't get enough of them. Her lips are so soft, like the softest thing his mouth has ever touched and those soft lips taste so good. He has never tasted a lip so satisfying as hers. The taste of her lips are so intoxicating and mind-blowing as if it's driving all the senses in him away.

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.

I've seen different men but he is different, actually everything about him is different. Those lips are soo soft and moist with the color of light pink . He got some beautiful full lips. Those lips with the mustache around them a little with his strong jaw line is like divine. I wonder how his lips feel on mine. I mentally scold myself that I don't want to feel or talk about his lips again. But when is around me I'm completely forgetting for what purpose I'm in, and what I'm about to do..!

My gaze fell on his lips as I watched him run his tongue over his bottom lips, wetting them. My leg vibrates at the sight, almost pulling me to the floor. I held my clothes tight but my eyes couldn't dare to look away from his lips. I watch with hunger how his lips parted away, his lustrous plump full lips look tempting and at the same time inviting. I just wanted to rush all over him and seal our lips together, I want to taste those lips and have them devour my lips. "Love what you see!" A naughty smirk curled his lips.

Her beauty spot making it hard for me to meet her eyes, but I managed not to gawk at her full lips. Some men liked either breasts or ass. Me? I liked lips. There was so much you could do with them. Kiss them until they are pink and swollen, make them drool around my fingers, watch them stretch around my girth and hear the sweet sounds of moans and whimpers when you fuck them.

Our lips met and I welcome the kiss. Oh, how I missed his lips. Our lips fought for dominance as the kiss deepened. That's moment, all I could think of was how his mouth tasted like strawberries. It was just the happiness that I wanted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“A hat ain’t meant to be a chamber pot, you know. If I was you I’ throw it away. Lippy was so named because his lower lip was about the size of the flap on a saddlebag. He could tuck enough snuff unde it to last a normal person at least a month; in general the lip lived a life of its own, there toward the bottom of his face Even when he was just sitting quietly, studying his cards, the lip waved and wiggled as if it had a breeze blowing across it which in fact it did. Lippy had something wrong with his nose and breathed with his mouth wide open Accustomed as she was to hard doings, it had still taken Lorena a while to get used to the way Lippy slurped when he wa eating, and she had once had

And slowly she rubbed the poisoned lipstick on her lips, jamming it together. There was someone who loved kíssing her lips more than anything in the world.

In that electric moment, every touch, every brush of our lips spoke volumes, revealing the depths of our connection and the unquenchable fire that burned between us. Our lips collided, igniting a firestorm of passion that consumed us both. It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a testament to the depths of our connection. His hands explored every inch of my body as our tongues danced in an intricate ballet, exploring and intertwining with a fervor that defied words. Each movement was laden with a shared history, an unspoken understanding of the love we had for one another.