Findings:
- Since she whom I lov'd hath paid her last debt
- I remember when it was me who made her skin flush
- Bathe her and bring her to me
- If you really care about someone, do not tell her to fuck off
- Helping people cheat
- On Her Face
- At the Cross her Station Keeping
- Der Herr der Ringe
- He touched her once and she turned into a golden creature. He never touched her again.
- The first time I saw her
- woman and her husband
- It is her name that I think of when I think about being in love.
- Her Unhappyluck
- To Her Coy Mistress
- Now she's in my doorway, accusing me with her soft breasts and long legs, strong hips.
- That week with her was like drinking bubbles
- Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues.
- Why can't I get over her
- Praise and blame are forms of manipulation that you no longer require
- The Old Woman And Her Pig
- I was sure it was her
- Her perception of how gorgeous she is will be evident in her lack of movement during sex
- Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth
- She calls him Sugarcane. He calls her Hurricane.
- If you loved her, you'd be home by now
- I come home, she lifted up her wings. I guess that this must be the place.
- Calling her absence an example of negative space
- The old man on the bench, for example, made her cry
- Ducks can swim. What about her pearls?
- Zebras painted on her walls
- I still love her (user)
- She Will Have Her Way
- I miss her
- her face forms in summertime
- When I look into her eyes, I no longer care about what the world thinks. This is what it feels like to be alive.
- It's been an hour. I still love her.
- She knows no truth except her own.
- Come and Praise
- The Ground Beneath Her Feet
- If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
- I think I've forgiven her
- A New Student and Her Father
- She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
- Performing her communion with quick slashes up and down her arm
- 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.
- she left her handwriting all over the calendar
- At her mirror, his muse
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair VI
- On Her Majesty's Service
- Sleep to Dream Her
- His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
- seagulls screaming kiss her kiss her
- Her self image was not the force field she imagined it to be
- i gave her my heart. she gave me a pen.
- Wild tides guard her secrets
- Her novice beauty
- she lit her thumb on fire
- I walked for a thousand miles to hear her laugh, then serenaded her in a field of fireflies.
- In praise of older women
- Immanuel, We Sing Thy Praise
- Take Her up to Monto
- I don't want to see her
- I still find strands of her hair in bed
- She flies with her own wings
- The Dancefloor is our Mother. Her heart beats at 125 BPM.
- I hide in the darkness of the cry that comes from her throat
- Sometimes the apathy she saw made her want to curl up and cry
- serene. She sips her tea
- A rose in candlelight, her curves dance upon the wall
- Her black eyes were surely the source of my angst
- Diana and Her Companions
- She Will Have Her Way: The Songs Of Tim & Neil Finn
- Her smile
- i kissed her one last time, then walked out of her life forever
- Her Ivory coast, her skin
- About the things you could not show her
- When you can almost recognize her face, but you can't remember her name
- crystal eats her grilled cheese sandwiches with ketchup hearts
- To a Poet, who would have me Praise certain Bad Poets, Imitators of His and Mine
- I don't think of her
- Her Majesty
- to let her know
- Don't Kill Her Daddy with Careless Talk
- I don't think I would want to date her now, anyway
- My mother wants her mother to die
- Bernice Bobs Her Hair
- Lucy Thinks Ricky Is Trying to Murder Her
- Can You Forgive Her?
- somewhere her voice in the night whispering leaves
- Admiring the sanctity of her place settings
- And her legs went on forever, like staring up at infinity
- I keep her in my pocket
- Is this the world of her heart?
- echoes of her glisten in your eyes; i also tear but without linger
- Strapless shoes exposed her modest heels
- I feel like I don't know her for a moment. It passes.
- Trace a map along her arm
- She's beautiful in ways that make her seem fleeting
- Faint Praise
- Do Her
- Her Handwriting
- Her Body Had Knots and Hollows
- Including her knees and a dragon made from a sock
- She wears her failed relationships like a shield
- notes I never gave her
- He gave her a daisy
- November on her way to winter
- The words beneath her words
- Electrify her with a studded rubber nub
- 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
- her hate keeps me warm. her shadows keep me guessing.
- Sending her a Parasympathy card
- her beauty broke my bones, shattered my thoughts, tore apart my soul
- Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
- her grandmother's clock
- And her heart stopped beating.
- By day I praised you
- Feline fascination: In praise of cat girls
- The Milk-Woman and Her Pail
- The Author to Her Book
- The woman with her legs apart
- Her knees
- All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
- A soft wonder bites her lips
- Would you like to penetrate her shell, insinuating yourself among the pages of the books she is reading?
- I am a mental construct in her head
- The Nymph Complaining for the Death of her Faun
- Her way to the top
- Silver drops her vermeil cheeks depaint
- the pelican in her piety
- Lady writing a Letter with Her Maid
- All that's left of her is black print
- Testing her patience
- If You See Her, Say Hello
- She practices her speech
- her eyes can't find you at first
- Her hair was seaweed and the Pacific wind sang
- I still find her feathers
- Praise, My Soul, the King of Heaven
- I can see her face
- Who let her get at the Johnny Walker
- She ties regrets around her fingers like forget-me-knots
- Feel her pain
- The World I Made for Her
- My skin is dark. Hers is the color of certain lilies.
- What's she gonna look like with a chimney on her?
- The Huntress Neglects Her Children
- Center of her own attention
- Life's a Bitch and I'm Her Pimp
- 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
- Her hips made waves against his shore
- her today and gone tomorrow
- All he left her was alone
- World In Her Eyes
- And her eyes lightnings and her shoulders wings
- My friend is dating someone who likes him far more than he likes her
- A Praise Chorus
- Written with a Diamond on her Window at Woodstock
- Making her presence known
- her eyes
- I watched her from afar
- My girlfriend and her pillow
- Tiny snow noises and her footsteps
- Her legs shifting underneath the desk
- 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
- 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
- I don't owe you sympathy. You owed it to her.
- 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
- Only your ink stains on her skin
- When the Dancer Holds the Sun in Her Arms
- Little Miss & Her Savoir-faire
- Only her hands would give her away
- In Praise of Idleness
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