What? I give you “lips” and not one tawdry entry? Readers, you disappoint.

No. I’m just kidding. Truth is, I think that this was my favorite challenge for submissions so far and it once again inspired me to write my own 100 Words this week.

The Compliment

“I just noticed you have the most amazing lips”. She said this to me across the desk I was leaning over and she was sitting at. Compliments always take me off guard. I get trapped up there, somewhere in my head among the dendrites and neurons and synaptic clefts. Such an intimate compliment brings me back to the Now in all its juicy and mundane detail. Here now is the brown carpet, the calligraphy hanging behind her head, the movement of people in the hallways, the wild red halo of curls framing her face, her own pink-red cherub lips.

Secret Agent Mama’s, while on the “hot” side, was most definitely a tribute to love. A delicious one. Any man whose wife writes about him this way should count himself a lucky lucky man. Сross cultural interview you can find here.

There are ways that your touch makes me wild with desire.

There are ways that your hands travel the curves of

my soft body that reduce me to a puddle.

There are ways that your eyes can look into mine that makes me crumble.

There are ways that you can hold me that reminds me that I am safe.

There are ways that your lips meet mine that enchants me.

There are ways that your tongue dances across my skin that captivates my senses.

There are ways that you can enter me like no one else ever can or will.

I love this gently sweet entry by Lceel.

Lips smile, and let the world know we are well and happy.

Lips pout when we don’t get our way, or when the world intrudes itself in an unhappy fashion.

Lips pucker in anticipation of a baby kiss or when they have been attacked by a strong dose of lemon.

Lips soothe when the world has bounced itself off our noggin or scraped some skin off our knee.

Lips give form and shape to our speech, wherein we express love, kindness and understanding.

Lips nuzzle and nibble and tease our tingly senses. Oh, the things we do with our lips.

Warm welcome to calicobebop. I haven’t had a chance to explore the rest of her blog, but this was a charming 100 Word tribute to a daughter.

Sweet little rosebud that looks nothing like mine, you must have inherited a rouge gypsy gene to make such a perfect bow. Either puckered in frustration or pulled wide in happiness, I never tire of your expressions. I remember the first sounds that crossed them. I remember the first words they formed. I remember all the laughs and cries in-between but what I’ll remember most fondly is their best friend – Thumb. Between you and Thumb many sorrows could be cured. A tired little girl is comforted, a reassured soul drifts to sleep and a gratified mother is forever grateful.

So that wraps up the Lips challenge. Let’s see, I’m not sure I can pull an interesting word out from the book I’m currently reading, but let’s just see….

Hey! Not bad. This week’s challenge?

Hooked

Speaking of hooked, if you’re new to the 100 Word Challenge and wondering what it is and how you too can play, go here.

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