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I would have attempted to draw her if she had stayed that way.
If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
At night, her eyes closed, she would
On her own
Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
Laid down on the bed that wasn't her own
when you're done, you can let her die if that's what you want. Or you can wake her.
I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
does she need to touch her own face to know?
Young Virgin Auto-Sodomized by Her Own Chastity
Her heart's too real to not have its own beat
A queen in her own sense
Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
to let her know
All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
let her take me, feed on me, devour me
The Soul selects her own Society
Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
Let Her Go Down
I ran over an old woman with her own car
She knows no truth except her own.
a shade of her own features
She's a stallion, let her run
Only her hands would give her away
Each month I love in her own way
So I let her go
I don't remember what her name was so let's call her Doris
A Leela of Her Own
Every time that I tell her that I love her, I can taste my own hypocrisy
She flies with her own wings
I gave her two daisies. This is how I met your mother.
I think I've forgiven her
To Her Body
The World I Made for Her
The Lark Burying Her Father
A Jury of Her Peers: 2
Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
using a circle to dot her "i"s
My mother wants her mother to die
The movie in her mind
The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
putting on her makeup
Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
A man who never sees a pretty girl without loving her a little
Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
Making her presence known (part 2)
Horton Hatches the Egg
See her talk
I watched her from afar
Helping people cheat
How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
Dig up her bones
To Her Mind
my baby sleeps on her head
Take Her in Your Arms
Her Majesty
For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
Her Handwriting
I was sure it was her
Pig on her back
Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
My preconceived view of perfection could not accommodate her.
I don't like her because she won't like me
The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
How Ozma Refused to Fight for Her Kingdom
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
I followed the light in her eyes around the room, staying within range
notes I never gave her
Make the Moon Cover her Blushing Face
And her knee touched mine
She was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
after her, I took my coffee black
To Her Face
My skin is dark. Hers is the color of certain lilies.
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.
Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
Song of a Young Lady to her Ancient Lover
The Woman and Her Hen
a total loss of control over her life
Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
Written in her French Psalter
Her Royal Highness
I daydream of her
her arms around me
If You Followed Her Gaze
Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
Her name was Natalie
A Fallen Caryatid Holding Her Stone
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
Making her presence known (Part 3)
I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
Herr Bob (user)
A Jury of Her Peers
Property of Her Majesty The Queen
Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
Her knees
her eyes
Making her presence known
What makes her so cute?
Uh, are you looking at my joystick to impress her, or are you just an asshole?
They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
From Her to Eternity
It happened to everyone else; she swore it wouldn't to her
One day I wrote her name upon the strand
Her raised middle finger came into focus
Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth
Tell Stacey I love her
My girlfriend and her pillow
Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
I passed her on the street
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
To hear her sing
Herr Geist (user)
I dreamed of her pulse long before I took it from her
She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
Nice Legs, Shame About Her Face
A soft wonder bites her lips
Every beautiful woman has someone who is tired of her
The world is her sketchbook
Today I saw her again
Victoria Wood
These things matter to her
I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.
standing off to the side of the lobby, watching the hostess adjust her hair
her kitty cat (user)
The Lark and Her Young Ones
I don't think of her
I never saw her again
Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
Her back
Take Her up to Monto
Things you can tell just by looking at her
Ribbed for her pleasure
Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
His 'N' Hers
My love in her attire doth show her wit
The Old Woman And Her Pig
A woman and her Cock
Robert Lionel Fanthorpe fills up the word count in a science fiction novel: she brushed her teeth
The Author to Her Book
I do not see her
the small of her back
Calling her number and having a male voice answer
I don't want to see her
I haven't seen her in a month. She is still beautiful.
What do I call her?
The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
She thought about giving him her heart
Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
right under her surface
To Her Door
Stand in the doorway and watch her
She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
The woman with her legs apart
Meant For Her
A New Student and Her Father
All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
watching her dance
I never called her momma
dance with her
She asked me to copy my poem into her notebook
Since I left her
Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit
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 still find strands of her hair in bed
As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
Things I've learned from living with an unwed mother and her two small children
Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk
She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
Bathe her and bring her to me
The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
Lady Daibu And Her Lover
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
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
Her Headlights Illuminated a Death
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework

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