lips

Sweet and low the name sounded from her lips and his heart thrilled.

He looked at her keen, questioning, and she bleached to the lips.

He hoped that they expected him; he would smack his lips over the vicious joy of disappointing them.

She saw that his lips were firm, under his soft faded mustache.

But in talking about his own son's wife, no word as to her eligibility or non-eligibility in this respect escaped his lips.

He drew his hand away from her as if the soft touch of her lips had been fire that burned it.

She bent down her head and laid her lips on his hand that was in hers.

Nelly drew down the corners of her pretty mouth, pouted her lips and looked more disgusted than ever.

Her lips were red and sweetly curved, her cheek was smooth and firm as so much brown velvet.

Let him keep his tongue from evil, and his lips that they speak no deceit.