lips

A voice cannot carry the tongue and the lips that gave it wings.

That is a terrifically intimate thing, you know? Letting a stranger light your cigarette. Leaning forward so he can hold a flame to your lips. Pausing to breathe in before you pull back again.

Forget about that and kiss me," I say.I weave my hands in her hair. She wraps her arms around my neck as I trace the valley between her lips with my tongue. Parting her lips, I deepen the kiss. It's like a tango, first moving slow and rhythmic and then, when we're both panting and our tongues collide, the kiss turns into a hot, fast dance I never want to end. Carmen's kisses may have been hot, but Brittany's are more sensual, sexy, and extremely addictive.We're still in the car, but it's cramped and the front seats don't give us enough room. Before I know it, we've moved to the backseat. Still not ideal, but I hardly notice.I'm so getting into her moans and kisses and hands in my hair. And the smell of vanilla cookies. I'm not going to push her too far tonight. But without thinking, my hand slowly moves up her bare thigh."It feels so good," she says breathlessly.I lean her back while my hands explore on their own. My lips caress the hollow of her neck as I ease down the strap to her dress and bra. In response, she unbuttons my shirt. When it's open, her fingers roam over my chest and shoulders, searing my skin."You're . . . perfect," she

Her mother admonished through closed lips, the sound a mother can make mean anything from "pick up your socks" to "we are very disappointed you have murdered those orphans.

He pulled me closer until his lips breathed me in, until we were sharing one breath.

love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

The eye__ perception of texture is pale compared to the lips_, and I didn__ know what velvety was until I knew it with my lips. Oh, kissing. Oh, violin boy.

Why does he have such an unnerving effect on me? His over-whelming good looks maybe? The way his eyes blaze at me? The way he strokes his index finger against his lower lip? I wish he'd stop doing that.

Our lips now conjoin like the glittery coils of a wet snake dancing in the amazon. Kissing Nadia sends me into a savoring affair for that which is most delectable, always tasting the delicate layers that exist in her myriad of emotion. Always, Nadia__ opulent lips gratify and subdue by easing my sensitivity as she drags her fingers down my stomach like a tree scattering its roots. I now brush my lips over Nadia__, dipping into her mouth like a brush that falls into a bucket of paint, osculating under this euphoric form of affection.

Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.

How can you tell when the devil is lying? His lips are moving.

Not a word had dropped from my lips, or from hers, that could unsettle either of us__nd yet the same unacknowledged sense of embarrassment made us shrink alike from meeting one another alone

Pretty girls kissed me on victory day, their lips soft red petals brushing my face.

Time seemed to stop; the world around them stilled. There was only her. His thumb caressed at her lips, the lips he wanted to kiss.Katianna rolled her face in his palm__ caressing nuzzle and he stilled, his breath froze in his chest.A response. A submissive one at that. His heart, stilled fractured by that single nuance, but his loins burst with a wave of warmth.A response__t had been a response. Oh fuck he had to kiss her. His whole body was screaming for her now.

Lose myself in your blueberry eyes Magnolia, kiss your mauve lips of grapes, squeeze your fleshy, milky macaroon breasts,smell your opium breath of subconsciousness, labyrinth of desires.

Her lips are like strawberries which tickels my taste buds everytime, making me to kiss her red lips everytime.

And yetto wine, to opium even, I preferthe elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;and in the wasteland of desireyour eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst.

I__ sure you remember our first encounter, the morning in the kitchen in North Carolina, and what a disaster it turned out to be,_ Carmine said.__hat you don__ know, though, is that as we sat like idiots in that puddle of juice, all I could think about was how beautiful you were. How beautiful you are. You were scared and confused, and I know I wasn__ helping that, but underneath it all you were just beautiful, Haven. You had me the very first time I laid eyes on you. I remember thinking later that morning you were going to complicate my life._ He paused as he laughed to himself. __nd complicate it you did. Everything I knew, everything I believed_._._. all of it went out the window. You turned me upside down and made me feel again. You saved my life, even though I didn__ realize it needed to be saved. I thought I was fine, that I didn__ need anyone else, but I was wrong, because I do. I need you. Christ, I___e grasped her chin gently and leaned forward, her eyes drifting closed as their lips came together. His kiss was sweet but there was passion behind it_._._. passion she looked forward to feeling for the rest of her life.