printable version

• As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
• river, in all his innocent beauty and home in hers
• At her mirror, his muse
• His ex-wife was so frigid, her clitoris was only the tip of the iceberg.
• Comfort to a Youth that had lost his Love
• Her hips made waves against his shore
• His and Her Circumstances
• Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
• The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
• His 'N' Hers
• Letting it go to her head
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair II
• Death Becomes Her
• her dopeness (user)
• does she need to touch her own face to know?
• How Marsha Davis got her boyfriend
• I want her to clutch at my hand and run.
• She'd move, breaking the magnetism between her chair and my desk
• 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
• A man with a tapeworm up his nose
• The Help moJoe find his Biological Mother Project
• How Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends wrecked my love life
• lawnjart spills his guts to the press
• G-8 and his Battle Aces
• His Winding-Sheet
• watch his heart turning into rock
• I wish I could open his eyes
• Pointlessness had become his answer
• The cypress and the hemlock sing his requiem
• The Mouse and His Child
• His Majesty at the Swamp
• because his heart was heavy, closing, like a tired eyelid
• You'd think a cookie killed his dog
• Man is but the imprint of his native landscape
• The Old Man's Comforts and How He Gained Them
• hers
• I do not see her
• Meant For Her
• All acts of love and pleasure are her rituals
• Her Voice
• I don't think I was rude to her, just cold and curt
• These things matter to her
• For my last trick, I made her disappear
• To her secret heart
• Today I clean her little fingerprints from my window
• Talk to Her
• She does not take her trip. She does not shout out loud.
• Saturday night, the words falling from her lips
• she had already found her party
• She was the prettiest, loveliest cat at the ball and she had upon her fine gilded whiskers.
• Leaving her lipstick on a glass as a reminder.
• her beauty broke my bones, shattered my thoughts, tore apart my soul
• Her eyes were gray like a storm, and even more dangerous
• Augie van Smith blushed and wiped chocolate off his lips
• Let the earth hear his voice
• The Fisherman and His Wife
• Justin Trudeau's eulogy for his father, Pierre Elliott Trudeau
• The shit that gets carried out in His name
• Reign Of Diocletian And His Three Associates II
• An hour later, I swing my leg over his and we dream of being young
• Slay them all. God will know his own.
• The Sparrow and his Four Children
• All his front teeth knocked out, living a nightmare
• Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: II
• He found a liquid cure for his landlocked blues
• his wifey (user)
• Or he'll just kick me in the face and scream abstract noises and dance around outside in his underwear and have sex with the neighbor's dog and try to fly by jumping off the toilet
• his place, late at night
• Southern Comfort
• contact comfort
• On Her Majesty's Secret Service
• Say that turning a teenage girl to stone is depriving the world of her
• Someone outlined against the sky, the sun too bright to see her face
• dance with her
• Song of a Young Lady to her Ancient Lover
• To Her Body
• So bashful when I spied her
• I cannot find the right words to tell her this
• I Saw Her Again Last Night
• Association of Her Majesty's Inspectors of Taxes
• The shrapnel of her self destructive nature
• Dusk and Her Embrace
• A Leela of Her Own
• And she, with her beautiful words and such a fire burning inside
• She was most amazed by the obvious, like January and the fact that I could not possibly keep her.
• American Pie Presents: Something is Alive in Her Bosom 2
• She practices her speech
• her eyes can't find you at first
• The Miller, His Son, and Their Ass
• The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 2
• In His Own Image
• his throbbing manhood
• It Was a Lover and His Lass
• I Saw Gener Cryin' In His Sleep
• St. Robinson in His Cadillac Dream
• Sparkling like a star in his hand, melting like a snowflake
• Bob Wills and his Texas Playboys
• Dividing his flocks
• I saved his life. He does not know it.
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: VII
• that infinite loneliness of his lotus flowers and ducks
• warwalking antennas in his hat juiced and sniffing.
• Any man can handle adversity. If you want to test his character, give him power.
• Feline Reverse Comfort Syndrome
• He comforted me when he thought I needed it, but never when I really did
• For Emily, Whenever I May Find Her
• She thought about giving him her heart
• She found her bliss between the headphones, and pursed her lips.
• my baby sleeps on her head
• She does not rustle but her flesh has the moonlit shade of a silver birch
• Tomoko Uemura in Her Bath
• Did You Fuck Her?
• I don't tell her these things, and she doesn't ask
• Bernice Bobs Her Hair III
• I saw her clothes piled on the floor, and I cried for her
• The look in her eyes
• Her face could make the ocean ache
• knots and ribbons at the ends of her arms
• Her name is Claire
• I told her I could read her mind, but she didn't believe me. I could tell.
• All he left her was alone
• World In Her Eyes
• his
• How Candide Killed the Brother of His Dear Cunegund
• His Royal Highness
• Darth Everything meets Death who has just knocked on his front door
• Valediction to His Book
• His Toniness
• I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
• The Pilgrim's Progress: Author's Apology for his Book
• My heart is the shape of his car
• Janus in his season
• The Man With the Child in His Eyes
• To His Excellency, George Washington
• Borrowing his enigmatic jacket
• How Man creates his Gods
• A fool and his money are soon parted
• YHWH declares that the substitution of LOVE with FUCK is punishable by AIDS; man responds by covering his member with plastic
• Then the father hen will call his chickens home
• Comfort the child that looks most beautiful, rather than the one that is crying
• her
• Now I know why I get the urge to kill her
• The Bride Stripped Bare by Her Bachelors, Even
• A Jury of Her Peers
• 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
• When she woke up, her hands were still dreaming
• the sky opened above her
• How I invented Anna and made her a character in all my stories
• Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
• Herr Bob_root (category)
• Debra Ann's got a tiger in her hips
• If I'd have shot her when I met her, I'd be out of jail by now.
• the sonnet what I wrote her
• Now he dances to bring her back.
• Only your ink stains on her skin
• When the Dancer Holds the Sun in Her Arms
• His Serene Highness Prince Rainier III
• Nicole Oresme and his Philosophies: An Example of Medieval Scientific Thought
• Today your little boy is sprouting ten fingers and shedding his tail
• The guy who may as well already be dead and therefore doesn't care about the consequences of his actions and is able to move with perfect freedom for the remainder of what will likely be a tragically short life
• The Gift, the Giver, the Rebel, the Thief, and the Stranger and his Glue
• Spike Jones and his City Slickers
• Reign Of Diocletian And His Three Associates III
• The day we were married the leftover doves from his days of being a magician hummed little love songs in the attic
• Here the hangman stops his cart
• Character Of Constantine And His Sons
• A boy and his duck
• Hebrews: The Superiority of Christ and His Works
• Synge and the Ireland of his Time: IV
• History of His Own Time
• his wifey_root (category)
• Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and start slitting throats
• his writing
• Comfort noise
• Her Majesty's Loyal Opposition
• Written in her French Psalter
• She said, while hugging a bowl of turnips close to her bosom
• I met Death face to face, and I mocked her!
• I could hear her thoughts
• To Her Mind
• The colors flow through her like a rainbow
• In her tomb by the sounding sea
• alpha in her blood
• The portion of her face she allows me to see
• At night, her eyes closed, she would
• To better imagine the limits of the dried-up Martian sea, little Tatiana found it helpful to shape in her mind a great sinuous contour binding each sad, stranded boat to its neighbor
• the way she wears her weary
• She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets

If you Log in you could create a "comfort. Hers and His." node. If you don't already have an account, you can Create A New User...