Lips Poems Novels & Stories

Lucian's POV My mind was a whirlwind of questions and emotions. I could still taste her lips on mine, haunting me with its intensity. I told her that nothing she did would affect me but that was a far cry from the truth. At that moment, I felt everything—the scorching fire of desire, the turbulent storm of longing, and the undeniable pull that had drawn me inexorably to her lips. I couldn't help but question myself. Why had I kissed her with such fervor? What possessed me in that moment to throw caution to the wind? The memory of our lips meeting, a testament to a connection that ran deeper than I cared to admit, played on a loop in my mind.

we are all pawns in his game. He met my gaze, and his lips curled up in a cold, humourless smile, but his eyes.... his eyes lit up with something else. Something that was deathly close to the thin line between pure hatred and unfiltered desire.

I glowered but continued dancing the night away. "I love your eyes," I said in a slurred speech, he scoffed and licked his lips. "And you have enchanting lips," he answered back, my hands found themselves in his soft damp hair that hung on one side while my eyes were glued on his pink manly lips. I licked my lips... Kiss me, handsome. The music swirled around us, echoing the thumping beats of my heart, as we moved in perfect synchrony. And then, as if guided by some invisible force, our lips met in a moment of pure, enchanting bliss.

JASPER Smiling, I closed the little distance between us and captured her lips with mine. As I leaned in, the world seemed to slow down. My heartbeat thudded in my chest, but the moment I felt her lips against mine, everything else faded. Her lips were soft, like the lightest touch of velvet, warm and delicate. I barely dared to press any harder, afraid to break the gentle connection we’d just made.

And as our lips met, a rush of emotions flooded through me, igniting a flame of joy that danced within my soul. In that tender moment, as our lips melded together in a loving embrace, it was as though time stood still. The intoxicating scent of his skin filled my senses, intertwining with the warmth of his lips against mine. It was a sensation unlike any other, a feeling of completeness and belonging that washed over me with each lingering kiss.

The kiss turned into a fervent, breathless exchange. When their lips finally parted, they were both panting heavily, their breaths mingling in the cool air. "Your red lips were beckoning me to take a bite, and I couldn't resist. They’re like forbidden fruit," Zavian murmured while brushing his thumb over her lips, leaving them tingling and swollen. The poeticism of his statement felt at odds with the raw desire in his eyes. Emmeline covered her lower lip with the upper one, savoring the remnants of his taste.

His lips feel so soft, yet firm, sweet, and so perfect. He bites my bottom lip softly, trailing his tongue across my lips, making an involuntary moan escape. I part my lips, and he quickly invades my mouth, running his tongue softly over mine. God...I knew it. His lips are divine, his kiss is sweet and sensual. I just knew he had to be an amazing kisser.

Aayu is roaming her hands from back to lower back and I am caressing my love. I thought I'd steal this wetness of your lips, and in such a way that there is nothing lacking in this theft. let my heartbeat in your chest, and the time passes, may my vagrant sight get a home. open the falls of your silky hair, and say something with your flower-petal-like lips. may my vagrant sight get a home. may some liquor fall off this path of your neck, may my vagrant sight get a home. don't say anything right now,

He must have seen the moment I realized, because another cold smiled twisted at the corner of his lips again as he raised another hand to trace my lower lip. "I'm fascinated my it." He said simply, as if we were continuing a former conversation. "Fascinated by what?" I choked out as the tears gathered in my eyes. "You're lips. They're always so soft, the color unusual to find even with all the lipsticks in the world -- like cherries, and they taste of sweet nectar." "The man's the poet!" I choked out through my teary eyes, but he chose to ignore my sarcasm. "Oh I could give Shakespeare run for his money trust me." He replied calmly, then lowered his lips to mine once again.

There is a nose, eyes, lips, and cheeks. When Havi realized that the person before him is a human, his fist comes loose. Havi watched the woman laugh as well. Her voice was no longer hoarse, instead, it sounded crisp and soft. The type of voice he wanted to hear all the time to calm his heart. It was strange when he got this feeling from a total stranger.