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The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
A salted moment of memories smudged across my face, and I’ve already forgiven her. It’s all over now
The portion of her face she allows me to see
Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
you never felt her hot blood on your face but, hey, who's keeping track
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
Her face could make the ocean ache
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
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
Her presumptive green lipstick shown across the room
Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
Why if I ever meet Nancy Grace, I'll punch her in her yapping poodle-like face
Her fluidity under a thin sheet
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
there was more poetry in her shopping lists than in any of my rhymes
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
That week with her was like drinking bubbles
does she need to touch her own face to know?
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
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 face forms in summertime
Inches away from her face
Her picture in my wallet
On Her Face
Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
She always was devious in her beauty
dirty dove's thick cloud of smoke wrapping around her face
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
All he left her was alone
I can see her face
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
making certain he was touching her
Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
To Her Face
I was sure it was her
Her name was Natalie
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.
Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
Make the Moon Cover her Blushing Face
I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
Bathe her and bring her to me
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
I gave her two daisies. This is how I met your mother.
her arms around me
Her Headlights Illuminated a Death
See her talk
I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit
her lips on mine
His 'N' Hers
Stand in the doorway and watch her
Pig on her back
My love in her attire doth show her wit
I watched her from afar
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
my baby sleeps on her head
To Her Body
My girlfriend and her pillow
How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
I think I've forgiven her
Meant For Her
Take Her up to Monto
right under her surface
The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
I don't want to see her
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
I still find strands of her hair in bed
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
And her knee touched mine
Song of a Young Lady to her Ancient Lover
What makes her so cute?
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Her raised middle finger came into focus
The World I Made for Her
using a circle to dot her "i"s
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
Helping people cheat
To Her Mind
Tell Stacey I love her
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
I never called her momma
I never saw her again
Take Her in Your Arms
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
Things you can tell just by looking at her
A woman and her Cock
Making her presence known (part 2)
Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
Looking back from time to time, her tears falling fast
If You Followed Her Gaze
To Her Door
She thought about giving him her heart
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
her eyes
A New Student and Her Father
A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
The Author to Her Book
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
Feel her pain
Property of Her Majesty The Queen
The Soul selects her own Society
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
Poorly Drawn Lines
I ran over an old woman with her own car
I can't tell the girl I love that I love her
If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
I could hear her thoughts
Don't tell her she's beautiful
Her Voice
Her knees
From Her to Eternity
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
I passed her on the street
her kitty cat (user)
notes I never gave her
Herr Geist (user)
To hear her sing
Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
One day I wrote her name upon the strand
She flies with her own wings
dance with her
I do not see her
a total loss of control over her life
Her Royal Highness
Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
Written in her French Psalter
I daydream of her
The Old Woman And Her Pig
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
putting on her makeup
Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
Lady Daibu And Her Lover
Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
Making her presence known (Part 3)
Making her presence known
the small of her back
Her Majesty
Her back
The woman with her legs apart
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
Calling her number and having a male voice answer
Since I left her
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
A Jury of Her Peers: 2
A Jury of Her Peers
to let her know
What do I call her?
Ribbed for her pleasure
Was this the face that launched a thousand ships
I don't like her because she won't like me
My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
Herr Bob (user)
Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
watching her dance
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook

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