Top Lips Quotes

Kiss thy lips and you will see what thou create.

My lips are like camera for her, whenever I click her with my lips, she smiles.

Is it the raindrops pervading my being?or is it your lips touching my skin?

I’m sorry I can’t do more. But happy birthday, Sadie. He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.

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

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

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 li...

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.

Mitch's take on humanity had deteriorated to the point where he assumed someone was lying if her lips were moving.

His lips so soft, yet so stern, he pressed his mouth to mine. I will have both of you, he said. My Sentinel and my city. And the GP will learn exactly how stubborn we both can be.

I closed my eyes obediently; I felt a light kiss on my lips, on which there was always a little accumulation of blood that wouldn't decrease. And then I fell asleep

I will never forget the magic I felt the moment I kissed your lips.

Shaking my head, I grudgingly smiled. Will the pizza be here soon? Yes, he murmured, suddenly next to me. You smell good. Before I could speak, his lips were on mine for a brief touch. I froze for the...

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 w...

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 dri...

Maybe you are just a liquid dream. Seeping into my soul in the dead of night when everything sleeps apart from my memories from another life, another electric, terrifying, lasciviously greedy time, wh...

Lips may lie, but the heart always tells the truth.

Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life.

You can preach a better sermon with your life than with your lips.

Truth sits upon the lips of dying men.