His lips are like fire as they kiss down my neck.
His lips are like the refreshing spring water from the river as he breathes life into me.
His lips are heated as he talks about what he loves the most.
His lips are dark in fury as he sees his dead wife on the floor.
His lips are blue as he kisses her goodbye….
Her lips were like an avalanche as they quivered from his kisses.
Her lips are soft pink like the first rose of the season.
Her lips are purple from the pills she took to get away from him.
Her lips are dark red like the bruises he gives her.
Her lips are blue as she lies dead on his floor….
