We are breaking up and there was no way around it. Parting ways forever as lovers, but maybe, just maybe, we will remain friends, although I’ve never personally seen that work out. I’ll never again kiss those lips. But as friends, maybe her cheek. That will have to be enough.
My niece has rosy little cheeks that sparkle when she smiles. Her smile involves her whole face and lights up the room. She is sweetness and light and all things precious.
my mom has beautiful high cheek bones and I love to be cheek to cheek with my best friend, hubby of 35 yrs dwight. Cheek is a word that can be multiple of items….cheek on your face…..cheek on your butt..
If we dance cheek to cheek to the music you deeply in
Every week, as Lizzie and her mother took the eggs to market, they passed the cottage of a little old lady, wizened and bent. She had a habit of pinching Lizzie’s cheek with thin, onion-skinned fingers as she told her what a bonny little thing she was.
The first time Lizzie’s mother sent her to market alone, the old lady called Lizzie into her cottage for fresh gingerbread. Lizzie was wary when the old lady locked the door, and more so when she began to sharpen a knife, sparks flying from the whetstone.
Cheek has the word “he” and “eek” in it. Which most of the time describes most men :) The cheek is soft and inviting and yet when turned away from us can be cold and harsh.
Tongue in cheek is an ironic word play of life. In fact biting ones cheek or tongue is very painful so tongue in cheek could feel good after biting ones cheek. It is the cheek that protects the mouth, is given sweet kisses and pinched for affection.
i lay down softly
i feel your cheek below mine
a soft warm fuzzy feeling
along the inside
i cant stop dreaming of feeling this
then your lips
i wish it wouldn’t end like this
but you resist.
temptation sets her clock
and i fall for it again in the morning
The cheek he saw was not the one that greated him 10 years earlier in the subway station in London. This cheek was hollow and grey. Cold, lifeless. This cheek greeted him with contempt.
Tongue-in-cheek humor. I never understood that expression. Maybe it’s about time for me to google it and get it over and done with, but I’m too busy pretending to care.
I don’t really know how to describe it. It’s sometimes almost the same colour as her lips, but most often it looks more like her hips. The only thing I’m really sure about is the fact that i want to touch it with my lips.
Cheek. Deep cheek. Sheep. Schafswange. Zangenkrange. Im Winter wird mir immer bange. Es ist früh dunkel, es ist kalt, ich könnte draußen nicht allein überleben, gut leben auch nicht, es wäre zu kalt, ich wäre hungrig und ich kenne niemanden, der mich aufnehmen würde …
turn the other cheek, that’s what everyone says right? i don’t know, it seems kind of passive and not that i’m not a passsive person, i am. and i do turn the other cheek. more than i should. sometimes you should stand up for yourself too. i think. jesus might not agree. i don’t agree with him a lot of the time so it’s ok.
Fire licks up one side of me and down the other, little hot mouths tearing my skin. I press one of my cheeks to the glass, desperate for a bit of cool relief, but it shatters beneath my skin. I am bleeding. I am a bleeding lattice.
a cheek is a part of your face and it is very soft and squishy. people like to kiss other people on the cheek, in some countries they do it as a greeting and kiss the cheeks of the other person three times.
the freak sat meek and stroked his cheek
what day what month what year, what week?
dare you fail to hear him speak?
the nothingness he professes cheek to cheek
Her cheeks turned a rosy pink as his lips left her’s. She looked up into his dark green eyes, her own brown ones shimmering in the moon’s light. And so ended her first night in Paris.
We are breaking up and there was no way around it. Parting ways forever as lovers, but maybe, just maybe, we will remain friends, although I’ve never personally seen that work out. I’ll never again kiss those lips. But as friends, maybe her cheek. That will have to be enough.
My niece has rosy little cheeks that sparkle when she smiles. Her smile involves her whole face and lights up the room. She is sweetness and light and all things precious.
my mom has beautiful high cheek bones and I love to be cheek to cheek with my best friend, hubby of 35 yrs dwight. Cheek is a word that can be multiple of items….cheek on your face…..cheek on your butt..
If we dance cheek to cheek to the music you deeply in
Every week, as Lizzie and her mother took the eggs to market, they passed the cottage of a little old lady, wizened and bent. She had a habit of pinching Lizzie’s cheek with thin, onion-skinned fingers as she told her what a bonny little thing she was.
The first time Lizzie’s mother sent her to market alone, the old lady called Lizzie into her cottage for fresh gingerbread. Lizzie was wary when the old lady locked the door, and more so when she began to sharpen a knife, sparks flying from the whetstone.
Cheek has the word “he” and “eek” in it. Which most of the time describes most men :) The cheek is soft and inviting and yet when turned away from us can be cold and harsh.
that’s cheeky. what kind of word is cheek anyway? 60 seconds… crap. this word doesn’t really work for me.
Tongue in cheek is an ironic word play of life. In fact biting ones cheek or tongue is very painful so tongue in cheek could feel good after biting ones cheek. It is the cheek that protects the mouth, is given sweet kisses and pinched for affection.
i lay down softly
i feel your cheek below mine
a soft warm fuzzy feeling
along the inside
i cant stop dreaming of feeling this
then your lips
i wish it wouldn’t end like this
but you resist.
temptation sets her clock
and i fall for it again in the morning
The cheek he saw was not the one that greated him 10 years earlier in the subway station in London. This cheek was hollow and grey. Cold, lifeless. This cheek greeted him with contempt.
Tongue-in-cheek humor. I never understood that expression. Maybe it’s about time for me to google it and get it over and done with, but I’m too busy pretending to care.
I don’t really know how to describe it. It’s sometimes almost the same colour as her lips, but most often it looks more like her hips. The only thing I’m really sure about is the fact that i want to touch it with my lips.
Cheek. Deep cheek. Sheep. Schafswange. Zangenkrange. Im Winter wird mir immer bange. Es ist früh dunkel, es ist kalt, ich könnte draußen nicht allein überleben, gut leben auch nicht, es wäre zu kalt, ich wäre hungrig und ich kenne niemanden, der mich aufnehmen würde …
The rush of blood to the cheek, the dilation of the vessels spoke volumes as he watched me undress.
I see the cheek, the sweet red glow of embarrassment growing. Was it something I said or did or is it something else I only just see the tip of?
she has such cheek to say that I do not deserve his love. What right does she have? We were once close but now she is a jealous bitch.
Check the work
Check the lights
Check your mother
Check the runs in your tights
Check the clock
Check the time
Check forever
Ruin mine
turn the other cheek, that’s what everyone says right? i don’t know, it seems kind of passive and not that i’m not a passsive person, i am. and i do turn the other cheek. more than i should. sometimes you should stand up for yourself too. i think. jesus might not agree. i don’t agree with him a lot of the time so it’s ok.
Fire licks up one side of me and down the other, little hot mouths tearing my skin. I press one of my cheeks to the glass, desperate for a bit of cool relief, but it shatters beneath my skin. I am bleeding. I am a bleeding lattice.
As he sweetly brushed the hair off my cheek, he looked deep into my eyes and said, “I love you,” for the first time.
the cheek of the rear and the cheek from the side of the mouth … if it’s nice, I prefer the cheek of the rear, but it has to be just right.
I kiss his cheeks. I kiss his eyes. He licks my ear. He smells my hair. My dog is the most lovable companion.
a cheek is a part of your face and it is very soft and squishy. people like to kiss other people on the cheek, in some countries they do it as a greeting and kiss the cheeks of the other person three times.
the freak sat meek and stroked his cheek
what day what month what year, what week?
dare you fail to hear him speak?
the nothingness he professes cheek to cheek
Her cheeks turned a rosy pink as his lips left her’s. She looked up into his dark green eyes, her own brown ones shimmering in the moon’s light. And so ended her first night in Paris.