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the linear and the docile go feral at her command. we're on the run from rogue rivers and predatory trains.
Her favorite jeans
her eyes were brimming with souls
If this were in person, I would have kissed her now
All of her seconds were unencumbered
Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
Only her big toes were painted
Here her lesser words were freed to tumble
Her black eyes were surely the source of my angst
Her eyes were beautiful in the moonlight
Most of the men were disillusioned long before they met her
When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
Tied up tight, like a bride on her wedding night
She opened her eyes and spoke in a very normal voice, just as if she were sane
The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
Rosy Palm and her five daughters
hers
her
The Ground Beneath Her Feet
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
her lips on mine
a total loss of control over her life
I do not see her
Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
Her Royal Highness
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
We told you when you were hired that you would have to work on Saturday
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
her arms around me
A woman and her Cock
Lady Daibu And Her Lover
Meant For Her
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 remember when it was me who made her skin flush
I don't want to see her
The woman with her legs apart
right under her surface
I remember when it was me who made her toilet flush
Her name was Natalie
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
I was sure it was her
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
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her as a firework
Wouldn't it be nice if I could remember her
I ran over an old woman with her own car
What makes her so cute?
I gave her two daisies. This is how I met your mother.
She bruised her knee. This is how we met.
She wears her failed relationships like a shield
I watched her from afar
The Soul selects her own Society
Don't tell her she's beautiful
The sun was caught playing unashamedly in her auburn hair, setting our world on fire with giddiness
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
All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
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
Sleepless amid her ships, her houses, her incalculable wealth
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
I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
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 was a committed romantic and an anarcha-feminist. This was hard for her because it meant she couldn't blow up beautiful buildings.
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
I am the child with her nose pressed up against the window.
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.

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