As I kiss your lips, my eyes close, and my heart opens, all ready to receive your love.

Your love is like honey upon my lips, everlasting and sweet, full of life and a promise.

If I become one of your things, I’d instead become your lipstick. Why? So I can kiss your lips now and then.

Sometimes I feel like we are the only people left in the world. I only need to feel your touch, your soft lips on mine, and the outside world ceases to exist. It feels like we are magically teleporting to another dimension, where love and gratification reign.

The moment our lips met was the time I knew you were the whole book, not just a chapter in it.

You didn’t whisper into my ear, but into my heart. You didn’t kiss my lips, but my soul. Honey, each day I love and cherish you more and more.

That moment you kissed my parched lips that were the beginning of this crazy love story of us.

My heart races when I see your beautiful smile. Your soft lips drive me crazy. The way you put your hands on my waist when we dance makes me lose my mind. Let’s stay like this forever. Young and in love, baby.