A twin that follows you born from your breath, I only repeat, then slip back to the dark.

Prominent part of the face, proboscis of prestige, where scents parade with a passage of pleasure, a bridge to breathe, and a sentinel for sneezes.

I sound like a boy you had on an ocean cruise, I come in four forms and mark the time you lose, If you add an -ing I can still be a noun and wind up in all sorts of foods

pour me on a girl to give her a good time, pour me in your car to make it run just fine, pour me in your food and I'll make it a fine dine, pour me in your eyes and you're just stupid. what am I?

wife-keeper, candle-peeper, one of sisters three. large and low is how I grow do you know me?