Good-night, my-" He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
You may as well say, 'That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion.
They dream of men with gentle hands, eloquent with tenderness, fingers that brushed along a cheek, that outlined open lips in the lovers' braille. Hands that sculpted sweetness from sullen flesh, that traced breast and ignited hips, opening, kneading. Flesh becomes bread in the heat of those hands, braided and rising.
Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Since 99. 362% of women love mustache rides, it seems only a fool would have a bare upper lip.
Perhaps a maiden's bashfulness is more A matron's lesson than our lips aver.
Satan's successes are the greatest when he appears with the name of God on his lips.
The tension between us kicked up a notch, and I realized that along with our bodies being nearer, so were our lips.
Out of the unconscious lips of babes and sucklings are we satirized.
We need to pray for our nation like never before, and then put legs to our prayers and preach the gospel to a sin-loving and Hell-bound world. To pray for America and at the same time ignore that command to preach the gospel to every creature, is nothing but empty hypocrisy. It is to honor God with our lips and have cold hearts that are far from Him. May He give us a love that moves us from the pews into the streets, and from our homes into our universities. God save us from the cozy comfort of lukewarm contemporary Christianity.
Well, I met Frank Sinatra and Bob Dylan in the space of 15 minutes. Frank Sinatra kissed me on the lips. He kissed me on the lips. And then he gave me a filterless cigarette. And then I met Bob Dylan. I came off all lightheaded and had to go sit on his dressing-room steps.
I remember how, at first, I had felt the tension in his lips, as if he was trying to make a barrier between us - then they had relaxed, parted slightly. And that's when I had known he wanted to kiss me, wanted to give in. That little parting of the lips, the little sigh that came out. . . I would hear that sigh forever. That little, little sound when the whole world seemed to open up.
The game in beauty is changing so much, if your product isn't high tech or can't make a unique performance claim - plump your lips, reduce your lines, look glossy, and stay on for 24 hours - you can't go to market today. I'm not just talking about a $20 lipstick, but a $5 lipstick!
I do like a little make-up though. I like a little mascara and lip gloss at least. But when I go to the gym I'd feel weird wearing make-up.
It is God in you that responds to God without, or affirms his own words trembling on the lips of another.
And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you'd read this letter with your lips.
For the love that is purest and sweetest Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
You can really get poked in the back and not feel it very much, but just a feather around your lips and you really do feel it.
one pale woman all alone, The daylight kissing her wan hair, Loitered beneath the gas lamps' flare, With lips of flame and heart of stone.
There's a hazy smile on her lips that won't go away, and her hair is a mess. It's like a brushfire filled with casualties.