Book, Chapter

 1    1,  26|        his face, and painted his lips and shoulders with vermillion,
 2    1,  30|  performance, she screwed up her lips to meet mine, and pecked
 3    2,  46|      bread so much as passed his lips for five days; and yet he
 4    2,  73|        his finger pressed to his lips. Finally, the slave stepped
 5    2,  79|         it, and I would smear my lips with oil so my beard would
 6    3,  84|      last syllable had passed my lips! At this decision I was
 7    4, 106|       tell me! We can't make our lips so hideously thick, can
 8    4, 121|         every explosion with his lips, but Eumolpus relapsed into
 9    4, 124|          long is it now since my lips were with blood cooled and
10    5, 135| wine-soaked crone with twitching lips~brought out a twisted hank
11    5, 136|         summoned me to love. Our lips were pressed together in
12    5, 144|      words that dropped from his lips, as this was the only legacy
13    5, 145|    presses his ardent suit, with lips foaming with desire; nothing
14    5, 158|       for the nurse to touch the lips and forehead of the child
15    5, 160|        but upon the sensuous red lips of that sphinx-like mouth
16    6     |        infected mouth, his livid lips, and finally his virile
17    6     |        be made between those red lips, that mouth which breathes