Findings:
- does she need to touch her own face to know?
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- And her knee touched mine
- she doesn't write, doesn't tell you stories, but somehow it's her words that spring to mind at those crucial, terrifying moments, and for that you are eternally grateful
- The portion of her face she allows me to see
- When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
- She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- I will have her forever but I can't touch her
- The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- She was cilantro, jalapeƱo, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
- She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
- You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
- She flies with her own wings
- She always was devious in her beauty
- A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
- This Motion Encompassed in the Touch of Her Lips
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
- She keeps her lies everywhere
- Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
- 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.
- her breasts are her trademark
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- serene. She sips her tea
- At her mirror, his muse
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
- I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- she had already found her party
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
- She is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- She always confused her greys with white.
- She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
- Is it fair for him to love me when she craves his touch?
- She touched my life for a second and made everything peach-scented
- Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
- Susan Goldman, who has cervical cancer, is partly thankful as she braces herself but changes her mind as she's sprayed with burning jet fuel.
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
- She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
- when I touch her I hope it's you that smiles
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
- At night, her eyes closed, she would
- She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
- She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
- She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
- She Will Have Her Way
- And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- the way she wears her weary
- She was never mine. I always shared her.
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- She was so quiet that nobody heard her
- She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
- she lit her thumb on fire
- She practices her speech
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- She asked me to read her a poem
- Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
- She knows no truth except her own.
- She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
- She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
- She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
- None of It Touches Her
- you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
- she gave her heart to a falling star
- She is a night of dark trees, but he who is not afraid of her darkness will find banks full of roses under her cypresses
- She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
- She was cilantro, jalepeno, habanero. She was the hot plate you must not touch.
- Her sleeves ride up on her arms when she moves
- I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
- I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
- if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
- She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
- She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
- I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
- She thought about giving him her heart
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- breast implants
- breast
- perfect breasts
- Oh look, breasts
- God, thanks for inventing breasts
- You wear your breasts to their full extent
- Scented Herbage of my Breast
- Not Heaving from my Ribb'd Breast Only
- The Breast Equation
- lymphatic drainage of the breast
- Disorders of the breasts
- The dimples of your breasts do pucker evocatively when you smile
- The Topless March For Breast Cancer (free exams given to all topless onlookers)
- whose breast only roses adorn
- If a picture is worth a thousand words how many for a touch?
- punk rock breasts
- What is wrong with my breasts?
- You can bear arms, but you can't bare breasts
- The fun of breastfeeding
- breast pain mastalgia
- Breasts, unbound, moving like oiled balloons
- Being Asian is rather like having large breasts
- Garlic olive oil herb chicken breast
- at breast supplementer
- Breast Display and Climate
- Chicken breast, heavy on the delicious
- How to make breasts give milk
- Why I have a fear of breasts
- My body is a battlefield, and all my breasts ever do is argue about existentialism
- Stay, ruby breasted warbler, stay
- i held onto my breast and, alone i walked through the park with fish eyes in my brassiere
- It was men who made breasts into a secret.
- Breast is best
- faster-than-light breasts
- A vague suggestion of breasts
- Nobody cares about your fucking breasts!
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- Rosy Palm and her five daughters
- hers
- her
- The Ground Beneath Her Feet
- Do Her
- Herr
- Her braid; I obeyed
- On Her Majesty's Secret Service
- Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition
- river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
- Making her presence known
- Making her presence known (part 2)
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- I don't want to see her
- The woman with her legs apart
- right under her surface
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- Her name was Natalie
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- Pig on her back
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