She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; then my darling would draw away with a nervous toss of her hair, and then again come darkly near and let me feed on her open mouth, while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I gave her to hold in her awkward first the scepter of my passion.
- Vladimir Nabokov
source: Vladimir Nabokov (2016). “Lolita”, p.6, Hamilton Books
topic: Pain, Passion, Heart, Dry Lips
“Simon,” she whispered, vaguely surprised that she had just used his first name, for she had never used it even in the privacy of her thoughts. Moistening her dry lips, she tried once more, and to her astonishment, she did it again. “Simon…” “Yes?” A new tension had entered his long, hard body, and at the same time, his hand moved over the shape of her skull in the softest caress possible. “Please… take me to my room.” Hunt tilted her head back gently and regarded her with a sudden faint smile playing on his lips. “Sweetheart, I would take you to Timbuktu if you asked.“
- Lisa Kleypas
source: "Secrets of a Summer Night". Book by Lisa Kleypas, 2004.
topic: Hands, Names, Skulls, Timbuktu, Dry Lips