“The notes were born on her breath, and they died at her lips.”

“The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.”

“Outside, as she passed the kitchen window, she watched her breath appear before her in the lamplight and then it died away in moist clouds. This was the smoke of her internal fire and her soul. Every breath was a letter to the world. These she mailed into the cold air leaning back with pursed lips to send it upward. ”

“Her soft pink lips, her sweet breath . . . oh, how my soul beckons hers.”

“At last." He breathed into her, finding her lips. "You found me," she whispered. "Always.”

“Alexander tilted his head and kissed her deeply on the lips. He let go of her hands, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him. They kissed as if in a fever... they kissed as if the breath were leaving their bodies.”