Findings:
- waiting for his arms to fold like wings around her
- As the band laughed, her finger traced his spine, and he folded into her
- Michael Moved Out to Live with His Bitch & Her Dog
- His hand speaks a foreign language to her ribs.
- If her secrets spilled from her eyes into his
- 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.
- Her hips made waves against his shore
- All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
- His and Her Circumstances
- Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song
- 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
- The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover
- His 'N' Hers
- his throbbing manhood
- It Was a Lover and His Lass
- I Saw Gener Cryin' In His Sleep
- Left with his secrets, his picture and silence
- Mick Foley winning his first WWF Championship
- no beer, so Henry orders a double espresso during his parole appointment
- Schrödinger killed his cat
- The return of Beelzebub to his native plane
- Synge and the Ireland of his Time: VIII
- Hamlet and His Problems
- he'd spent years with his cheeks pressed against glass
- In the movie of his life, the part of Keanu Reeves will be played by a block of wood, and the critics will pan it for being too expressive
- King without his crown
- To Him the law is everything. Even today, lawyers are His favorites.
- I want to hear about his day in person
- 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 Saw Her Again Last Night
- Association of Her Majesty's Inspectors of Taxes
- The shrapnel of her self destructive nature
- Dusk and Her Embrace
- the way she wears her weary
- She gets caught in the little world beneath her sheets
- why she makes her wishes at 7:07
- little pieces of her tragically poetic attempts at being loved that she was startlingly aware of, today
- putting down her palette and brushes
- Her Purple Satin Thigh
- His girlfriend
- The Miller, His Son, and Their Ass
- The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 2
- In His Own Image
- His Toniness
- I'm not HIS sister; he's MY brother
- 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
- Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House
- Laocoön and His Sons
- His voice is like something from a distant age, the voice of the earth itself, the voice of a tree, the voice of a stone.
- So while Faust is busy trying to wipe the blood off his face and Shorty's trying to claw his eyes out, I mosey away and try my hand at storming the castle
- In his house in Wonderland, dead Totoro lies dreaming.
- hers
- 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
- 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
- Devil up her sleeve
- The old hands you’ve baked around hers
- Bleed to Love Her
- The tears of the earth keep her smile in blooms
- her persistent aura of entitlement
- when still her eyes held water
- A girl I know had her jaw wired shut, and she vomited.
- My mother in her tiny combat boots
- how many bird nests would be made from her lovely hair
- His Royal Highness
- Darth Everything meets Death who has just knocked on his front door
- Valediction to His Book
- 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
- 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)
- A boy and his shadow standing on a long shore trying to figure out the intentions of the sun
- My new partner has his first tantrum
- God ignores His oldest children and forgets the quietest
- On Her Majesty's Secret Service
- 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
- 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
- Debra Ann's got a tiger in her hips
- I will have her forever but I can't touch her
- Jacqueline and Her Cat
- Her Majesty's Revenue and Customs
- I dug my claws in her heart
- Wouldn't it be nice if I could forget her
- How long have you been in love with her?
- her brother's keeper
- Augie van Smith blushed and wiped chocolate off his lips
- 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
- His chocolate stained lips
- On His Having Arrived at the Age of Twenty-Three
- Edgar A. Poe's life is reflected in his works.
- 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
- his eyes are colorless
- Harry Sells His Soul
- A mace to the face keeps every man in his place
- The man of his times
- To Robert Evans (as regards his getting older altogether suddenly)
- A really good sandwich that ideath could make to take to work with her
- Alice without opening her eyes says You have to stop crying you are shaking the bed.
- They walk around her like she is in danger of breaking
- Let Her Go Down
- Fuck and please her like never before with the Stimulator!
- I wonder sometimes if it is milk in her hair, full of sweetness,
- 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 Adventures of The Black Girl In Her Search For God
- He loved her so much, he wanted to do her autopsy
- you laugh and then you cry but you're still laughing but you miss her so damn much
- Her Majesty's Government
- as the red star rises, blood and carnage and her slow ascent follows
- The Fisherman and His Soul: Part 3
- "I see," said the blind man to his deaf wife as he picked up his hammer and saw
- In his autumn before the winter comes man's last mad surge of youth
- A depressed Lincoln avoids talk of his broken engagement, January 20, 1841
- 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
- Taking my son to meet his grandfather
- His melancholy smile (user)
- His mother is slowly killing him.
- Mister Chu remembers his mother
- her
- Someone set her face on fire and put it out with an anchor chain
- the small of her back
- A Jury of Her Peers: 2
- What makes her so cute?
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