The breath of angry men smoked into his placid face.
Her breath smoked in the cold, just like mine.
His breath smoked, though the season, late summer, brought no deep cold.
He sat up in bed and his breath smoked.
He breathed heavily, and his breath smoked slightly in the cool air.
Her breath smoked as she went up the battered steps.
My breath smokes in front of me and mists on the cold glass.
Junior's breath smoked from him as if he contained a seething fire of his own.
His breath smoked in the cold air and he moved uneasily from one foot to the other.
His breath smoked in the damp air as he walked towards the main building.