1 He kissed the soft palm that pressed upon his lips.
2 The touch of his lips was like a pleasing sting to her hand.
3 She kissed him on the forehead, the eyes, the cheeks, and the lips.
4 When he leaned forward and kissed her, she clasped his head, holding his lips to hers.
5 And leaning over the youth's chair, she took the glass from his hand and held it to his lips.
6 But Madame only set her teeth hard into her under lip, and Edna saw the sweat gather in beads on her white forehead.
7 There were a few freckles on her face, and a small, dark mole near the under lip and one on the temple, half-hidden in her hair.
8 The old gentleman lifted his shaggy eyebrows, protruded his thick nether lip, and tapped the arms of his chair with his cushioned fingertips.
9 He sipped the wine slowly, and when he had drained the glass she laid it upon the table and wiped his lips with her little filmy handkerchief.
10 Yet his presence, his manners, the warmth of his glances, and above all the touch of his lips upon her hand had acted like a narcotic upon her.
11 There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.
12 Mrs. Pontellier reached over for a palm-leaf fan that lay on the porch and began to fan herself, while Robert sent between his lips light puffs from his cigarette.
13 She went back to that hour before Adele had sent for her; and her senses kindled afresh in thinking of Robert's words, the pressure of his arms, and the feeling of his lips upon her own.
14 There was nothing subtle or hidden about her charms; her beauty was all there, flaming and apparent: the spun-gold hair that comb nor confining pin could restrain; the blue eyes that were like nothing but sapphires; two lips that pouted, that were so red one could only think of cherries or some other delicious crimson fruit in looking at them.