She touched it to his face, and the lips kissed him.

He pulled her toward him, kissed her ancient lips.

She leaned forward, her lips parted, and kissed me on the mouth.

Moments later, warm, moist lips kissed me on the mouth.

"Mine," he murmured as his lips came down and kissed the branding.

He leaned close to the cylinder, until his lips were almost kissing the metal.

Then she leaned forward, her lips carefully closed, and kissed him.

Those lips had kissed his baby hurts, when his mother would have left him to cry it out.

The darker lips kissed to one another, the hairs meshing.

Her lips kissed the air next to my cheek.