Findings:
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- making certain he was touching her
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- Her eyelids close gently, reassuringly.
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- Her Ivory coast, her skin
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- My skin felt like I was falling
- there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- All he left her was alone
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
- An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- Her name was Natalie
- I was sure it was her
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- She always was devious in her beauty
- I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
- radios work better when closer to her skin
- Only your ink stains on her skin
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
- I got the feeling the Fairy Council was mad at me when the president knocked over her coffee to get a better grip on my neck
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- Last time I checked, Buddha was not just some lameass winamp skin for Jesus
- That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
- In a quiet grove of pines under a frosty sky, he helped her out of the sack. She wore severe white hospital pajamas and was beautiful.
- The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
- My skin is dark. Hers is the color of certain lilies.
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency
- gently
- While My Guitar Gently Weeps
- in a hallway that gently slopes downward...
- The light hurts, why won't it touch us gently?
- My grandfather driving the boat, gently
- Please remember to let me down gently.
- if they are the gentlemen they seem, will they not treat the small as gently as the great
- fuck me gently with a chainsaw
- How Gently We Break
- why I do have to get so deep with people all the time just to gently let them down 2 weeks later
- Half a peach, glistening
- Glistening ink cap
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- Rosy Palm and her five daughters
- hers
- her
- The Ground Beneath Her Feet
- Do Her
- Her braid; I obeyed
- The Milk-Woman and Her Pail
- The Bitch and Her Whelps
- The Lark Burying Her Father
- The Woman and Her Hen
- The Lark and Her Young Ones
- I don't think of her
- I can see her face
- her lips on mine
- I never saw her again
- a total loss of control over her life
- I do not see her
- Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
- Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
- Her Royal Highness
- If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
- Her Handwriting
- Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
- Things you can tell just by looking at her
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- The Author to Her Book
- My love in her attire doth show her wit
- If You Followed Her Gaze
- putting on her makeup
- the god that can be killed was never god in the first place
- For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
- A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- The Old Woman And Her Pig
- Her Majesty
- Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
- Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
- her arms around me
- A woman and her Cock
- Lady Daibu And Her Lover
- Meant For Her
- The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
- the small of her back
- river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
- I think I've forgiven her
- Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
- Making her presence known (part 2)
- Making her presence known (Part 3)
- What do I call her?
- Calling her number and having a male voice answer
- Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- I don't want to see her
- The woman with her legs apart
- right under her surface
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- Pig on her back
- She thought about giving him her heart
- Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
- To Her Door
- to let her know
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
- Stand in the doorway and watch her
- The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
- Since I left her
- All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
- A Jury of Her Peers
- A Jury of Her Peers: 2
- The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
- A New Student and Her Father
- Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
- her eyes
- As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
- My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk
- Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
- Her Headlights Illuminated a Death
- Her Voice
- I ran over an old woman with her own car
- What makes her so cute?
- I gave her two daisies. This is how I met your mother.
- I watched her from afar
- The Soul selects her own Society
- Don't tell her she's beautiful
- I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
- Song of a Young Lady to her Ancient Lover
- I could hear her thoughts
- And her knee touched mine
- If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
- She flies with her own wings
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- using a circle to dot her "i"s
- Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
- How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
- From Her to Eternity
- my baby sleeps on her head
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- I passed her on the street
- Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth
- I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
- The World I Made for Her
- I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
- Her raised middle finger came into focus
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- One day I wrote her name upon the strand
- Tell Stacey I love her
- See her talk
- Make the Moon Cover her Blushing Face
- Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
- notes I never gave her
- her kitty cat (user)
- Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
- Herr Geist (user)
- To Her Face
- To Her Body
- To Her Mind
- To hear her sing
- Helping people cheat
- The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
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