She licked her pale lips once more, not looking at me directly.

Wulfstan held the cup up to the man's pale lips.

She looked at him, and the shadow of a smile played upon her thin pale lips.

The twist that appeared upon his pale lips was a knowing one.

The young man turned to me, moistening his pale lips.

He took the water and held it to his daughter's pale lips to wash down the pills.

Her thin, pale lips felt soft, and dry as paper.

There was fully half a minute's silence, then the pale lips spoke.

She held a hand in front of her pale lips.

Finally, she spoke through pale lips, but her mouth remained drawn.