He had not known that there were lips so soft in the whole world.

She looked at him, allowed a smile to play over her soft lips.

I wanted to strike her down, to bring blood to those soft lips!

Richard remembered very well what her soft lips felt like.

I wanted them to kiss me with their soft, red lips.

The voice seemed too coarse to have come from those soft lips.

It was just a kiss, a press of soft lips against my skin.

He wanted to cover her soft, warm lips with kisses.

I reached forward and gently placed my hand over her soft lips.

She no longer looked at him directly, and the line of those full soft lips had hardened.