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She flies with her own wings
A soft wonder bites her lips
does she need to touch her own face to know?
She knows no truth except her own.
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
She may be pretty and have more money than me but she doesn't write songs about you.
I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
The portion of her face she allows me to see
I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
The Venusian Kazoo: The Art of Buzzing the Clitoris with Your Lips to Give Her a Mind-Blowing Orgasm
She disappeared as if he had only dreamed her
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.
"He was a terrible man," she sobbed, between bites of alimony
A Leela of Her Own
She who leaves men as flaming wrecks in the ditch on the side of the road in her wake, yea, even submarines
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
She nicknamed her vagina "Crusty"
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
Young Virgin Auto-Sodomized by Her Own Chastity
Another bed she does not own
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
She always was devious in her beauty
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
she had already found her party
She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
She always confused her greys with white.
She is the sea. Above her, he is thunder.
I'm sorry I was speeding, officer, but I really have to get to the hospital
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
she may hold life
The Soul selects her own Society
she left her handwriting all over the calendar
serene. She sips her tea
I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
I don't think she even knows that I make her smile
the way she wears her weary
She Will Have Her Way
She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light
At night, her eyes closed, she would
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
She kissed me gently, just once, then walked away crying
She didn't wave goodbye so much as slightly raise her hand
Because I still love her, because I know she still loves me.
while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
On her own
She asked me to read her a poem
Her eyelids close gently, reassuringly.
She keeps her lies everywhere
a shade of her own features
she gave her heart to a falling star
Her heart's too real to not have its own beat
i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
My life may no longer be my own
The life you're fucking with may not be your own
her lips on mine
If you meet a strange, confident woman, she may well be a witch
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
This Motion Encompassed in the Touch of Her Lips
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
She is so beautiful, I gave up Nihilism for her
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.
You can play with my ex-girlfriend, but treat her like the lady that she is.
She sat in virginal white, eyes closed, with only her face in rose
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
I ran over an old woman with her own car
He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
She is the queen of accidental magic. Her used kleenexes, taken by the wind, become soulful ghosts.
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
She plugs her tears in the way you'd keep a dam from breaking
She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
She was never mine. I always shared her.
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
if you fear spells, look away when she decides to share her hair with the wind.
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
She practices her speech
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.
why she makes her wishes at 7:07
she lit her thumb on fire
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 is willing to attempt to retrieve the data. Go with her.
When she sleeps, is she not moving her legs aside for an unknown garrison?
She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
She, the Last Leviathan. She, the Station Agent. Chin on her Palm, she Watches Every Departure.
A queen in her own sense
She said her father died of cancer in the sixties
I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
She thought about giving him her heart
She asked me if I loved her and I showed her the tattoo
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
you never once told her how beautiful she was nor how much you truly loved her
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
She crashed her car trying to avoid a butterfly
Laid down on the bed that wasn't her own
She smokes. It wraps around her wrists and clings to her neck.
She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
I gave her my heart, she tore it apart, and who gives a fart.
Each month I love in her own way
I don't like her because she won't like me
sound bite
Reality Bites
Put the bite on
Ways to Prevent Dog Bites
Bite my shiny metal ass
Snake bites
Dog bite
How to treat a poisonous snake bite
mosquito bite
The Bite of the Adder
wheel bite
slide bite
Tiger Bites
Tasty Bites
History Bites
bite plate
Girls Who Bite Back
piddle and bite
bite me (user)
bite me 2000 (user)
tree bites dog
Things to help mosquitos bite
Shark bite
Please eat the last bite of my cookie for me, then?
The Ground Beneath Her Feet
Do Her
There is no Goddess but Goddess and She is Your Goddess
Her braid; I obeyed
On Her Majesty's Secret Service
Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition
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
I never saw her again
a total loss of control over her life
I do not see her
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
her eyes

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