“But language is wine upon his lips”
“Language is wine upon the lips.”
“his lips drink water but his heart drinks wine”
“Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out at every joint and motive of her body.”
“And once he had got really drunk on wine,Then he would speak no language but Latin.”
“Then his mouth lowered in a hard, claiming kiss. A groan parted my lips and his tongue snaked between them to stroke mine with sensual dominance. He tasted like sin made into wine: dark, heady, and impossible to resist.”