
I love your lips when they're wet with wine
And red with a wicked desire.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

How did it happen that their lips came together?
How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts,
that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the
stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill?
A kiss, and all was said.
Victor Hugo
My peek-a-boo boobie.
A man had given all other bliss,
'Twas not my lips you kissed
But my soul
Judy Garland
And all his worldly worth for this,
To waste his whole heart in one kiss
Upon her perfect lips.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

What did the finger say to the knuckle?
One more crack out of you and I'll kick you
out of the joint!
- Playgirl

