His lips burned and blistered the moment the fluid touched them.

Her lips still burned from his kiss and she was overcome with longing for him.

His lips burned heat through her heart, her soul, and sent common sense flying.

Her swollen lips burned and she knew she must look a mess.

His own lips were burning, but he barely wet them.

My lips burned again, as they had when I had received her kiss.

Once there words blended with action and hot lips burned against hers.

They found him dead, his lips burned from the poison he had swallowed.

Why should I wait when my lips are burning for you?

Sometimes your mouth wants a jolt of heat, the kind that makes the lips burn.