The bruised mouth stood out against his skin like it was makeup, too bright to be real.

But she leaned down and placed her soft lips gently on his bruised mouth.

He was further rewarded when she leaned forward and kissed him gently again on his bruised mouth.

He spoke slowly to avoid hurting his bruised mouth.

The wide, bruised mouth twitched, somewhere between a smile and a grimace.

The man wiped his hand across his bruised mouth and said, "I'm gonna kill you for that.

Sit at your dressing table, and fix your hair and your bruised mouth.

Yes, she thought, touching fingers to her bruised and swollen mouth, that figures.

Beside my bruised mouth her worn fingers contrasted strangely with her youthful skin.

Blade allowed himself an evil grin, even though it hurt his bruised mouth.