I turned my head and looked into her moist eyes.

For a moment he peered through the wind with moist eyes to choose his direction.

I didn't say anything and he sat there, his small moist eyes watching me across the desk.

The old man gasped and his moist red eyes showed fear.

He started at the sound of her voice, turned, and looked down into the moist eyes.

Those beautiful eyes moist with emotion as they looked into mine.

Washington looked up with moist eyes, nodded, and tried to smile.

She was gazing up at me, with the moist brown eyes.

My eyes a bit moist as the memories came flooding back.

She shook her head, laughing, eyes moist, and reached out to take his hands.