Lips Poems Novels & Stories

Our lips met once again, igniting a fire that burned with a fervent intensity. In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and time stood still. We lost ourselves in the depths of our love, exploring the unspoken desires and whispered promises that danced on our lips. Our bodies moved with a familiar rhythm, a dance of passion and connection that only we knew.

James scratched his head, he has been caught in his lie "Forgive me Master Clarence but the lady looked like she's hungry and she had also stayed on the cold floor for hours" "Hmm," Clarence hummed and nodded his head "You're quite thoughtful but I don't know where your loyalty lies, it hasn't been hours since she came and you know all that's going on with her?" James quickly bowed "Forgive me Master Clarence if my words came out that way. My loyalty always lies with only you" Clarence laughed "I know James, you don't have to fret. Give her some time to exercise. When she's out, call me first"

She tasted just as he had imagined and he knew he would not be able to get enough of this lips, not in this lifetime. As his tongue explored her mouth, guiding her into a wet and passionate kiss, his spare hand slipped into her shirt from the half unbuttoned shirt, trailing her soft skin upwards until he felt that tender mound. And then... "OMG!"

With a mix of nervousness and anticipation, I leaned in, closing the gap between us, our lips meeting in a tender and passionate kiss. In that kiss, I felt an explosion of emotions—love, desire, and a sense of unity that bound us together. The world around us faded into insignificance as we lost ourselves in the intoxicating dance of our lips. Every touch, every caress was a testament to the depth of our connection, a language spoken only by our hearts.

My mind scrambled to make sense of it all, but before I could formulate a response, he leaned in. The kiss happened so quickly that I didn’t have time to process it. His lips were on mine, soft and tentative at first, like he was testing the waters, unsure of how I would react. The warmth of his touch, the intensity of the moment, caught me completely off guard. My body froze for a second, my heart pounding in my chest. I hadn’t expected this—didn’t even think it was possible. The proximity, the unexpected tenderness, it all hit me like a tidal wave.

I felt like a child pouting when my lip pushed out. His eyes twinkled with amusement when they landed on my lip. I felt silly, but I couldn't stop. I wasn't done smelling him! My heart fluttered when his lips connected with mine, and sucked my pouting lip into his mouth. I felt the wetness of his mouth and his tongue brushing against my lip before feeling his teeth lightly graze it as he released my lip. My heart raced. His lips felt like heaven! They were so soft, and the tingles dancing along my lips felt like magic. My eyes remained closed, only fluttering open when I felt his fingers gliding along my face.

I bit my lips. “If you touch yourself for me.”

I won’t bind her to me if it’s not what she truly wants for herself, no matter how much it would break me. My eyes dart from her eyes to taking in her entire facial features and linger on her soft, full pink lips. Lips I want to kiss so bad. Lips I need to feel on mine. My memory has memorised just how perfect they feel on mine. No other lips, no other kiss could compare to those from her. The way they taste is divine. Fast or slow, innocent, sweet and soft, over passionate greedy, her kisses come in all forms. They're simply perfect for me.

I was distracted by his proximity, his scent, the way his hands felt on my body. His lips trailed down from my ear to my cheek, and then came to rest right upon my lips. None of us moved, like time had stopped. And then his lips parted mine softly, taking my lower lip in his mouth to lick with gentle strokes of his tongue. My fingers clenched the bed sheet underneath me, my heart racing, and my mind fading away in the darkness as my eyes fell close, tasting him. The touch of his lips was maddening, like a thousand shocks of electricity running from my lips to my core. His one hand gripped the back of my head, keeping me still as his teeth bit down on my lower lip. I started to run out of bre

His touch was careful, deliberate, and carried a depth of love that seemed to plea for something beyond mere physical intimacy. There was a softness in every movement of his lips, a subtlety that spoke volumes. Each kiss felt like an expression of a profound emotion, an unspoken longing, and a sincere desire to connect on a level that transcended the immediate moment. His lips conveyed a story, a narrative of patience, care, and a fervent plea for understanding and acceptance.