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“A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.”
― Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac

“She was darkness and he was darkness and there had never been anything before this time, only darkness and his lips upon her. She tried to speak and his mouth was over hers again. Suddenly she had a wild thrill such as she had never known; joy, fear, madness, excitement, surrender to arms that were too strong, lips too bruising, fate that moved too fast.”
― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind

“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.”
― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey

“And yet
to wine, to opium even, I prefer
the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself;
and in the wasteland of desire
your eyes afford the wells to slake my thirst.”
― charles baudelaire, Les Fleurs du Mal

“The smile upon my lips, 鈥�
It will surely never die 鈥�
As I'm waiting here for you 鈥�
until you're by my side.”
― Freida Martinez

“I鈥檓 sorry I can鈥檛 do more. But happy birthday, Sadie.鈥�
He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.”
― Rick Riordan, The Throne of Fire

“love
wounds me
with soft pillows
with tender lips
and fingers”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.”
― Wilfred Owen, The Poems of Wilfred Owen

“Kiss someone like kissing is the only way you have to communicate. There is no conversation. There is no sex. There are only two sets of lips that are ravenous to be recognized and treasured.”
― Roberto Hogue, Real Secrets of Sex: A Women's Guide on How to Be Good in Bed

“And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me.”
― Markus Zusak, Fighting Ruben Wolfe

“Your lips were made for mine, Beck. You are the reason I have a mouth, a heart.”
― Caroline Kepnes, You

“You young things are too easily persuaded by the touch of lips.”
― Scott Westerfeld, Goliath

“Kiss thy lips and you will see what thou create.”
― Santosh Kalwar

“That day was the beginning of my friendship with Sebastian, and thus it came about, that morning in June, that I was lying beside him in the shade of the high elms watching the smoke from his lips drift up into the branches.”
― Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited

“I feel your words on my lips
and feel your mood in my hips”
― Maquita Donyel Irvin

“I got a question for you, gonna come over here and kiss me with those pretty lips?”
― aggybird, Like a Sparrow Through the Heart

“I clung to each word that fell from his lips like a spider to a web.”
― Dannika Dark, Twist

“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.”
― Elizabeth Wein, The Pearl Thief

“It's been 12 years now, and I think he still can read my smiles. The way my lips stretch, making my eyes look smaller than they already are. The way my cheeks turn a little red, forming new wrinkles near my eyes. The way the dimple on my face makes a visit whenever I smile meeting someone I haven't seen in ages.
It's been 12 years now, and I haven't smiled at him even once.”
― Sanhita Baruah

“My lips are like camera for her, whenever I click her with my lips, she smiles.”
― Himanshu Chhabra

“She is psychic a little voodoo magic soulful with cranberry lips eyes full of fantastic.”
― Melody Lee, Vine: Book of Poetry

“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 pants.
Right now I'm not gonna argue with her. Moving lower, my tongue follows a path down to her silky skin exposed to the night air. She grabs the back of my hair, urging me on. She tastes so damn good. Too good. !Caramelo!
I pull away a few inches and capture her gaze with mine, those shining sapphires glowing with desire. Talk about perfect.
"I want you, chula," I say, my voice hoarse.”
― Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

“I can read and see the words that you have confined behind the wall of your lips in the expression on your face and in the gaze of your eyes.”
― Sanu Sharma, 啶ぐ啶� [Pharak]

“Soul meets soul on lovers鈥� lips

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― Percy Bysshe Shelley

“This time, she silenced me not by speaking, but by pressing her lips against my mouth.”
― Sanu Sharma, 啶忇啶距う啷囙ざ啶ぞ [Ekadeshma]

“啶むた啶啶侧 啶撪啶曕 啶ぐ啷嵿啶距げ啶侧 啶ム啶ㄠ啶� 啶班ぞ啶栢啶曕ぞ 啶むた啶啶班ぞ 啶多が啷嵿う啶灌ぐ啷� 啶むた啶啶班 啶呧え啷佮す啶距ぐ啶曕 啶ぞ啶掂ぎ啶� 啶あ啷嵿え 啶膏啷嵿啷�, 啶むた啶啶班ぞ 啶嗋啶栢ぞ啶ぞ 啶︵啶栢啶� 啶膏啷嵿啷� 啷�”
― Sanu Sharma, 啶ぐ啶� [Pharak]

“Soul meets soul on lovers鈥� lips

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― Percy Bysshe Shelley

“still find you in all bliss
And know your lips on every mouth I kiss.”
― Elsa Gidlow, Sapphic Songs: Eighteen to Eighty

“He鈥檚 no one else鈥檚 picture of ideal male beauty, but he鈥檚 mine. Every misaligned bone and scar. Those kiss-bitten lips and glittering eyes.”
― Catrina Bell, Beastly & Bookish

“What I'm going to miss the most after my Death, is my special, autodidactically learned Ability to meditate 鈥� namely masterminding the Pulse of my Heart into my Lips, so that my Lips throb like a second Heart, triggering a mysterious Relaxation within my Brain and therefore in my whole Body 鈥� I call it bilabial Aortasynthesis.”
― Sino Melo