As he bit into the juicy burger, a variety of spices danced upon his tongue.

After eating the curry, his breath reeked of garlic.

''Remember to drink sparingly. Water supply is limited.' Brock nodded. He tried to lick his parched lips, but his whole mouth felt dry.' - 'The Last Dog' by Katherine Paterson

'As he looks, he sees a strange expression come over the face of the hostess. She is staring straight ahead, her muscles contracting slightly.' - 'The Dinner Party' by Mona Gardner

Her face blossomed when she caught a glance of him.

The lake was left shivering by the touch of morning wind.

The candy melted in her mouth and swirls of bittersweet chocolate and slightly sweet but salty caramel blended together on her tongue.

The familiar tang of his grandmother’s cranberry sauce reminded him of his youth.

She awoke to the chirping of birds and the soft whisper of a breeze as it passed through the tree outside her window.

The music coursed through us, vibrating through our bodies as if it came from within.

The sunset was the most gorgeous they’d ever seen; the clouds were edged with pink and gold.

He fell down like an old tree falling down in a storm

The word spread like a leaves in a storm