She tasted salt from the sweat running down her face.
Sweat ran down my face in the night, and I tasted salt.
It tasted salt on his lips, and the taste was good.
The water slapped below them; he could taste salt in the spray.
He tasted salt in their kiss and knew that one, or maybe both of them, was crying.
More spray dashed into his face and he tasted salt.
He tasted salt again as he had in the dream.
You could kiss the kids' cheeks and you'd taste salt on them from the sea mist in the air.
She tasted salt, and a wry smile crossed her face.
He belched, tasted salt, let his head fall onto the desk.
