So from an angry lawman’s mouth, the Outlaw Motorcyclists were born.
It is not what a poem says with its mouth, it’s what a poem does with its eyes.
When words are too heavy for the mouth, the soul weeps in agony
No, honestly, my mouth shouldn’t be able to function unless my brain’s engaged.
She looked as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth – or anywhere else.
Careful, Sandi. You’re about to let your bulldog mouth overload your bird-dog bite.
If she’d just kept her mouth shut, she would have been perfect, but no…
I put my foot in my mouth more than I speak properly.
I actually get a metallic taste in my mouth when I think about electric music.