Lips Poems Novels & Stories

Aim for the lips Aim for the lips Aim for the lips Aim for the lips I kept chanting in my head. I closed my eyes shut tight and tiptoed. And my lips came in touch with his chips, above the chin and below the lips, hence chips.

Their lips locked and intertwined, and the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own universe. As if pulled by an invisible force, their lips met in a tender passionate kiss once again. It was a collision of emotions, an unspoken yearning that had been building between them. Lisa's breath hitched as the touch of his lips sent a jolt of electricity through her entire being. Their bodies pressed against each other, the heat of their embrace igniting a wildfire of desire. Lisa couldn't help but let out a soft moan as their lips moved in perfect sync. She surrendered herself to the moment, allowing her body to melt into his, drawn irresistibly closer.

Give me just another half an hour; then she shall be screaming it over and over again. I take but a moment to admire her. She has small and thin lips; she is compact and ever so tight. There is nothing but a tiny strip that leads you to her most desirable part. Her lips are a lovely rose pink, and god, how surprisingly wet she is. Her sweet softness and the deep intensity of her wetness sends an undeniable ache to my throbbing erection that is dripping on the inside of my thigh.

It was a tender, delicate meeting of lips, a gesture filled with warmth and sincerity. The touch of our lips was exquisite, a sensation that enveloped me in a world of its own. Time seemed to stand still as I savored the softness and warmth of his mouth, a subtle dance of exploration and tenderness. Our breaths mingled, creating an intimate symphony of shared vulnerability and desire. In that single moment, I felt a rush of emotions. A wave of affection, affection I had long held within my heart, crashed against the shores of my soul. It was a mixture of joy, exhilaration, and a profound sense of connection.

With a tender yet longing touch, Lyall's lips met Leanda's, initiating a kiss that seemed to ignite a spark within them. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, each touch conveying a mixture of passion, desire, and a hint of longing. Time seemed to stand still as they explored the depths of their emotions through this simple act of intimacy. Leanda's senses were overwhelmed with the taste of Lyall, his scent enveloping her, and the warmth of his embrace.

My thumb tenderly brushed against her lips, leaving a trail of warmth on it, as my unwavering gaze locked with hers. Her lips, a luscious shade of rosy pink, parted slowly, and she looked at me with a seductive invitation, beckoning me to come closer, to claim her as my own. At that moment, I found myself unable to resist the yearning pull between us. My heart pounding loudly, I leaned in further, and with an overwhelming surge of desire, I pressed my lips against hers. The kiss was passionate, filled with longing, as I slowly kissed, sucked, and caressed her lips, lost in the sweetness of the moment with my eyes closed.

She remembered Lisa once said, "Serenity, do you know that you have really beautiful lips?" "Beautiful lips?" She had never paid much attention to her lips. She knew that her lips were not ugly, but she did not think they were anything special either. "Yeah. The shape of your lips make people feel tempted to kiss them. They're the sort of lips that men want to kiss the most." At the time, she found it funny. What kind of description was that?! But now, recalling Jackson's kiss, her lips felt like they were burning. Stop thinking about it! Stop thinking about it!

Now, this is definitely NOT normal, nor was my reply as I told him I couldn’t stop thinking about it either, and God, wasn’t that the green light he needed… “Your lips were the softest thing I have ever kissed .” “The way your lower lip trembled when I first kissed you, so innocent and so tempting.” “I didn’t know you would look that cute after being kissed.” “Your cheeks were as red as those swollen lips of yours.” “You are so sweet, the after taste of your mouth is still on my tongue.” “I want to kiss you again.” “I want to kiss you again and again…”

Our lips moved together in a slow, sensuous dance, each kiss deepening the connection between us. I could feel the warmth of his lips, soft and inviting, as they pressed against mine. His hands gently cradled my face, his fingers tracing the contours of my cheek with a delicate touch. The world around us seemed to disappear, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of his lips on mine. Our tongues gently explored each other, igniting a fire of desire that had been smoldering since the moment we met. The taste of him was intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough. Our bodies pressed closer, the heat between us building with each passing moment.

Her hair messy, her lips parted, her eyes trembling between fear and shock. I swallowed hard — the memory slamming into me with merciless clarity. It felt as though my penis would explode, my heart thundering in my chest, and all I wanted to do was devour those gorgeous lips of hers. All that clouded my half-consciousness was to encapsulate her fragile body in my embrace — and slowly fuck her pretty hole till she calls and begs my name… I didn’t know when my voice — raw and slurred from exhaustion or madness — said: “I long for your lips. I want to kiss your soft lips. I want to devour your cherry-pink lips… those soft, petal-shaped lips… that look like they taste of sugar syrup.”