Tavin cupped his hands to his mouth. “Here, dragon-dragon-dragon!” he yelled. Lily stared in amazement. Well, that was bold, she thought, and stupid.
I opened my mouth to tell her that everything would be okay, but the words melted like sugar on my tongue-sweet yet insubstantial.
The conversation was one-sided. She was doing all the talking, and every time I opened my mouth it wasn’t to reply—it was to yawn.
She pressed her mouth to his throat, his shoulder, would have absorbed him into her skin if she'd known a way.
Finally, mercifully, the spasms subsided, as the old man’s head lolled back, his mouth hanging open, taking in deep, ragged breaths of stale, recirculated air.
A general never shows despair. He instills confidence in his troops. He leads them forward, even into the mouth of death.
Living for the satisfaction of only one part of my body (my mouth) [is] unholy.
Because I could not stop for death he kindly stopped for me, or paused at least to strike a glancing blow with his sky-blue mouth as he passed.
Is that-am I looking at her beaver?" Mid-swig, I choke on the mouthful of beer, sputtering and coughing. After I recover, I ask jokingly, "'Beaver'? Are you Canadian or something?
He clenched his teeth and muttered, "I can't get deep enough." .... Putting her mouth to his ear, she whispered, "Try.
He spoke so effortlessly, as if his mouth were a musical instrument that just let sound out when touched, when opened.
I have been quiet today because fear in my heart has been fighting with frustration in my brain, leaving little energy for my mouth.
Quit looking at me like that or I swear I’m going to spank that pretty little mouth of yours with my lips,” said Jack in a tone only Kate could hear.
Just because something is told as a story and that story is part legend or myth, or feat of imagination, does not mean there is no truth in it.
I met a girl I wanted to date, but she was spoken for—by her mouth. That’s the kind of relationship I could never talk her out of.
Whaaaaaat is going on?" May whispered out of the corner of her mouth. "I'm sort of comforted by the fact that I can't figure it out," Jack responded.
I picked up a new language a few months ago. It was just laying on the ground, dirty, so I scooped it up and popped it in my mouth.
I threw my hand over my mouth and blurted out the first best excuse I could come up with, “Morning breath!
Like plumbing, medicine is a profession where you learn early on not to put your fingers in your mouth.
The burning red taste of blood floods my mouth. The sparkle of life sprays out of his cells like citrus mist from an orange peel, and I suck it in.
His attention. Sweet and intense at the same time. Like a barley sugar I could untwist from its plastic and hold in my mouth. A flood of secret pleasure.
