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She was inside the music, with her eyes closed
Despite her station, the quarry was never alone
Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
The emotion on her face was always the one that she was feeling in her heart
That was what her hunger was like: mesmerizing, directed, floating like a public secret just under the cloud cover.
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 was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
making certain he was touching her
That week with her was like drinking bubbles
His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
She always was devious in her beauty
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
Her name was Natalie
I was sure it was her
She was never mine. I always shared her.
I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
She was so quiet that nobody heard her
A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
it was just as if she held her breath for 82 years
She grew a little older, while he was telling her
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
All he left her was alone
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
little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it 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
An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
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.
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
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.
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
Rosy Palm and her five daughters
hers
her
Do Her
Her braid; I obeyed
On Her Majesty's Secret Service
Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition
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
a total loss of control over her life
I do not see her
Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
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
Take Her in Your Arms
Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
Ribbed for her pleasure
Her back
Written in her French Psalter
Things you can tell just by looking at her
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Take Her up to Monto
The Author to Her Book
My love in her attire doth show her wit
If You Followed Her Gaze
putting on her makeup
I daydream of her
His 'N' Hers
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
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
Making her presence known (part 2)
Making her presence known (Part 3)
What do I call her?
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
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
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
watching her dance
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
Herr Bob (user)
dance with her
I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
I never called her momma
Bathe her and bring her to me
I still find strands of her hair in bed
Her knees
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
Property of Her Majesty The Queen
What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
I don't like her because she won't like me
Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
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
Feel her pain
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
John Cassavettes Was No Help At All
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
My girlfriend and her pillow
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.
A soft wonder bites her lips
I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
The movie in her mind
after her, I took my coffee black
Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Let Her Go Down
Victoria Wood
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
My mother wants her mother to die
Today I saw her again
Dig up her bones
The world is her sketchbook
standing off to the side of the lobby, watching the hostess adjust her hair
These things matter to her
How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.

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