Scott Westerfeld You young things are too easily persuaded by the touch of lips.
Rick Riordan Apollo?” I guessed… He put a finger to his lips. “I’m incognito. Call me Fred.” A god named Fred?
Vladimir Nabokov Her lips were like large crimson polyps.
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