Are my cheeks flushed?

You're all flushed.

Hey, sweet cheeks!

About her cheeks

I thought you flushed out the cellar.

You flushed 'em and I shot 'em.

You do look flushed. Let me feel your pulse.

They flushed us at dawn, sir, and I got this.

He had these big cheeks, these big apple cheeks and this wheat blond hair, and he seemed so sweet.

Eh? Mr. Marvel blew out his cheeks.

I had tears rolling down my cheeks.

His cheeks were alternately limp and tightly puffed.

Put a real sheen back on his cheeks.

Your cheeks are pale. They need more color.

Look at this. Her cheeks look so sunken in.

You can consciously contract the muscles in your cheeks.

He must be, from the colour in your cheeks.

Put the roses back in your cheeks, my sweet.

A touch more on the cheeks too, I think.

This will soon put some color into your cheeks.

I have always flushed easily, from physical exertion, from wine, from high emotion.

It flailed about and wiggled its legs as I flushed it out of sight.

The tears were like hailstones that rolled down my cheeks

You've got to get some color back into those cheeks.

Several volunteers wiped tears off their cheeks. Farris covered his eyes.

Mr. Marvel blew out his cheeks, and his eyes were round.

You look terrible, almost yellow right around the cheeks and forehead.

Mr. Bunting flushed slightly and brought his face nearer, apparently finding some difficulty with his glasses.

Your cheeks are beautiful with earrings, your neck with strings of jewels.

The second thing that really attracted me were his bright red cheeks.

This will soon put some color... back into her cheeks, poor mite.

I found him, if not exactly intoxicated, then at least flushed with the elixir at his lips.

She was a stout woman, with very red cheeks and sharp black eyes.

Tha's skipped red into thy cheeks as sure as my name's Ben Weatherstaff.

Both looked thoughtful and serious and traces of tears were on their cheeks.

I'm just sayin' her butt cheeks look like pillows. Tee hee hee hee!

She came towards him panting with anticipation... cheeks rosy from the blustering wind.

Thy cheeks are comely with rows of jewels, thy neck with chains of gold.

He caressed it gently, opened and closed the cheeks... ...began to suck it greedlily

I knew even before I stood up to speak that my cheeks were inflamed.

If he's still alive in the morning, pinch his cheeks a couple of times.

Hath wash'd thy sallow cheeks for Rosaline! How much salt water thrown away in waste,

So he showed me some pictures of little cheeks with little black dots not very informative.

Marvel abruptly became silent. He blew out his cheeks, and his eyes were eloquent of despair.

The roses in thy lips and cheeks shall fade To paly ashes thy eyes' windows fall,