She was petite, like her mother, with large eyes the color of the sky in autumn and a soft, pink mouth.

Her pink mouth tightened a little, as if to stop trembling.

The rows of razor-sharp teeth set in the pink mouth were close enough to touch.

Soon the baby's pink mouth had found her mother's nipple.

There was a hint of a pout about her pink mouth.

Her little pink mouth curved up in a smile.

Her pink mouth turned up in a smile of secret delight.

Emperor tucked the sugar far back in his pink mouth.

Her pink mouth puckered as if to receive a kiss.