Findings:
- Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues.
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could forget her
- Wanting only to be the honeysuckle to her butterfly
- how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
- Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
- The sad thing is, if you get her you'll be sick of her in a year
- I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
- 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.
- How to be strong for her, when all you want is to depend on her
- Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
- do not look upon her; you shall be blinded
- Tender girl sipping and planning out her future
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
- i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
- Come, ye Thankful People, Come
- Her grief is still too young to behave itself, so she never lets it out
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
- When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
- She Called in Her Soul to Come and See
- If you loved her, you'd be home by now
- so that all her children will be adventurers in light
- I met her today, the girl I used to be
- Come Out Ye Black and Tans
- Admiring the sanctity of her place settings
- And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
- I keep her in my pocket
- Her hips made waves against his shore
- She'd move, breaking the magnetism between her chair and my desk
- You put a hand on her hip, she permits it.
- The papier-mâché dinosaur in her mother's toolshed, and its fateful escape
- His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
- The Bitch and Her Whelps
- If You Followed Her Gaze
- I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
- What do girls think about guys when they catch guys staring at their breasts, but the guy is actually trying to read her shirt?
- my baby sleeps on her head
- She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
- Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
- Lucy Thinks Ricky Is Trying to Murder Her
- Can You Forgive Her?
- somewhere her voice in the night whispering leaves
- I love her backwards
- All of her seconds were unencumbered
- Call her up, tell her how love is not a question.
- her reflection is safe
- Leaving her lipstick on a glass as a reminder.
- blood and carnage and her slow ascent
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
- the Egyptian cotton sheets and silk of her
- Judge not, lest ye be judged
- Can I play with your breasts? Yes, but don't get out of the yard.
- I never saw her again
- her arms around me
- Stand in the doorway and watch her
- I ran over an old woman with her own car
- Tell Stacey I love her
- How to test if your mother REALLY has eyes in the back of her head
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- The words beneath her words
- Electrify her with a studded rubber nub
- Silver drops her vermeil cheeks depaint
- the pelican in her piety
- Lady writing a Letter with Her Maid
- He breaks her heart on a daily basis
- Fear Her
- Tomorrow, he must tell her that he doesn't love her anymore.
- She picked herself up, wiping away at her dignity
- It's been an hour. I still love her.
- before the internet when teen had REAL relationship the boy could look at the girl and judge the diameter of her thorax with his feelers and determine whether the mating ritual could commence but NO MORE. evil woman use her computer sorcery
- Neko Case and Her Boyfriends
- Making her presence known (Part 3)
- Her hands on my back; slipping into sleep
- I could hear her thoughts
- To Her Mind
- The colors flow through her like a rainbow
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- The Nymph Complaining for the Death of her Faun
- Her way to the top
- Her photography captured little beautifuls and me
- Elizabeth I's decision to deal with her financial problems
- I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
- the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
- I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
- Small bits of glitter accidentally left on her eyelashes
- her persistent aura of entitlement
- she lit her thumb on fire
- Gaily they went down in the lush field a treasure of valuables or specie or bullion lodged with a crust of bread into her coat of arms weaving currying the embroidering of silk in summer.
- putting on her makeup
- Her name was Natalie
- I don't like her because she won't like me
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- Let Her Go Down
- Margaret Thatcher: My Part in her Downfall
- The Huntress Neglects Her Children
- Center of her own attention
- Life's a Bitch and I'm Her Pimp
- Slap Her... She's French
- Herr Lehmann
- her ardent eyebrows are charcoal scimitars taut above eyes that breeze like open windows
- wake up and find her still there
- She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
- Now he dances to bring her back.
- let her take me, feed on me, devour me
- About the things you could not show her
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- surrounded by stars, her dark hair blending into the fabric of the night sky
- Touch not, lest ye be touched
- a total loss of control over her life
- A woman and her Cock
- The Saran Wrap Dominatrix and Her Cellophane Bondage Slave
- What makes her so cute?
- See her talk
- Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
- November on her way to winter
- Her innocence fell. She kicked at it some, frowned, and left it there because it was beautiful.
- Her presumptive green lipstick shown across the room
- Just kiss her
- Veronica loves manipulating her vagina until she explodes
- A salted moment of memories smudged across my face, and I’ve already forgiven her. It’s all over now
- The waitress unbuttoned her reticence slowly
- She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
- 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.
- putting down her palette and brushes
- Trace a map along her arm
- Diana's homage to her grandfather's war
- i always want to feel that pieces of her mind are with me.
- pretends to sleep as he looks her over
- Ribbed for her pleasure
- What do I call her?
- Herr Bob (user)
- And her knee touched mine
- To hear her sing
- This Motion Encompassed in the Touch of Her Lips
- I am a mental construct in her head
- She grew a little older, while he was telling her
- Of how Signy sent the Children of her and Siggeir to Sigmund
- Only her big toes were painted
- Cherish her viscosity
- The Nun in her Smock
- I see drops of her everywhere
- Her strong enchantments failing
- The earth's tears make her smiles bloom
- in her other life
- her grandmother's clock
- out of the lie of no rises a truth of yes
- The Lark Burying Her Father
- I daydream of her
- Funny -- she looks much smaller from outside her head
- Somewhere someone is tired of taking her shit
- I passed her on the street
- Victoria Wood
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair
- Tell Laura I love her
- Want (the state of not having her)
- If you could see her through my eyes
- Her echo
- These pictures are her past. These pictures are my future.
- green blood excites her Japanese sweaters
- Some nights, alone, he thinks of her, and some nights, alone, she thinks of him
- the sonnet what I wrote her
- while she sleeps, i write myself into her life
- she's so virginal in her bodily extortion
- her eyes can't find you at first
- I told her the driftwood looked like Spain
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
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