Her mouth, which had been so much in my thoughts, was warm and moist and tender.

Her voice was ripe and full and her teeth flashed again in Sicilian brilliance before the warm curved lips met and her mouth settled in repose.

Her mouth, soft and full, was something for any man to dream about.

Her cryptic words were " Do not loosen the bulging mouth of the wineskin until you have reached the height of Athens, lest you die of grief.

Her father also told Baleka that Shaka spoke as though " his tongue were too big for his mouth.

" Her mouth is too large and her eyes too prominent and colourless for beauty ", wrote a Venetian envoy as Catherine approached forty, " but a very distinguished-looking woman, with a shapely figure, a beautiful skin and exquisitely shaped hands ".

Her nostrils are also broad, her mouth fairly wide.

Her nose was small and straight, and her mouth was well-formed ; however she kept it closed most of the time so as not to reveal her bad teeth.

Her tragic cycle Requiem documents her personal experience of this time ; as she writes, " one hundred million voices shout " through her " tortured mouth ".

Her readership generally did not know her later opus, the railing passion of Requiem or Poem without a Hero and her other scathing works, which were shared only with a very trusted few or circulated in secret by word of mouth ( samizdat ).

Her eyes were grey, and her mouth was small ; her smile allowed her to demonstrate her wry humour, her wit, and her graciousness.

Her " horses " tend to speak as if they have a gag in their mouth.

Her sullen mouth was full and rich -- her eyes smoldered.

Her nose and chin jut bulbously from her face, and her mouth sports a single tooth.

Her face altering from oval to round ... the tongue broad and thick, voice guttural, and the pronunciation as if the tongue were too large for the mouth ( cretinoid ) ...

Her face, once blunt-featured and later flawlessly beautiful, now had a small mouth and tiny eyes surrounded by smooth folds.

Norman G. Finkelstein openly criticized Lipstadt for her role in the Irving trial, stating " Her lawyers imposed a gag rule on Deborah Lipstadt during her trial with David Irving-she was banned not only from testifying in court but also speaking to the press-because they knew full well that a single word from this know-nothing's mouth would sink the ship.

Her face has no apparent mouth, although she can speak and somehow absorb liquids through her face.

Her larger-than-life personality caught the attention of TV executives at Fox, who gave her big Brooklyn mouth it's broadcast debut in February 2011.

Her mouth is thin, and her face pale.

Her mouth hangs open as Kaa brushes back her hair and slides around her neck.

Her mouth frequently appears out of sync with her words, and her footsteps often sound ten minutes before she actually makes them.

Her eggs are interconnected by a number of stalks ; the whole mass is held safely by means of suckers near her mouth.

" Her large mouth would come to relegate her motion picture work to largely supporting comic parts, and was often made up in such a way that it appeared even larger than it already was.

Her face was very thin, and burned by the sun until much of the skin was dead and peeling, the new skin under it red and angry.

Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.

Her form was silhouetted and with the strong light I could see the outlines of her body, a body that an artist or anyone else would have admired.

Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.

Her white blond hair was clean and brushed long straight down to her shoulders.

Her thick hair was the color and texture of charcoal.

Her laugh was hard.

Her face was pale but set and her dark eyes smoldered with blame for Ben.

Her stern was down and a sharp list helped us to cut loose the lifeboat which dropped heavily into the water.

Her name was L'Turu and she told me many things.

( Her account was later confirmed by the Scobee-Frazier Expedition from the University of Manitoba in 1951.

Her mother was a good manager and established a millinery business in Milwaukee.

Her name was Esther Peter.

Her brother Karl was a very gentle soul, her mother was a quiet woman who said little but who had hard, probing eyes.

Her mother, now dead, was my good friend and when she came to tell us about her plans and to show off her ring I had a sobering wish to say something meaningful to her, something her mother would wish said.

Her action was involuntary.

Her name was Mollie.

Her speech was barren of southernisms ; ;

Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.

Her hair was dyed, and her bloom was fading, and she must have been crowding forty, but she seemed to be one of those women who cling to the manners and graces of a pretty child of eight.