I leaned in to kiss him for the first time, and when our lips touched I felt the sensation of cold marble against my skin. I woke up with my lips against his headstone, realizing I had been sleepwalking again.
I told her that her lips tasted delightful. She replied with a chuckled and said that the other guy had just eaten a cherry Popsicle.
Her lips said “Hi”. Her eyes said “Goodbye”.
Your lips always did taste the sweetest. I’m still chewing on them, coated in caramel.