Soft baby lips upon a soft baby face, I'd listen to her all day and think of it as a blessing.
Her lips were as good as her eyes in painting a picture of her emotions.
His lips in their casual silent way, told me it was going to be a great day.
There is something eternal about the lips as much as the eyes, for they too are a passing point of soulful communications.
Those lips brought a brightness on every day, both in their perky hue and the sun-golden words she shone.
I never quite figured out if the beauty of his lips was more their softness of their association with the words he spoke.
There was always an honest smile within those lips, always coming forth when words of love were spoken.
Though your lips are pretty, it is the feel of them that sends my mind into a sensual state of intoxication. That's why I reach toward your face and touch them lightly before the urge to kiss you takes over.
If the eyes are the gateway to the soul, the lips are the same thing for the body. They are softness, passion and the promise of the sweetness to come.