The cheese cake and the bread butter pudding enticed her like no other. Why must dessert entice her so? She seems helpless and completely hopeless, as her diet seems doomed yet again.
To live, to love, to fight, to hate, to do things without thinking. To bite your lip and taste metallic and love it at the same time. Not knowing what is next. To just fucking live.
She enticed him with her hair. The flowing locks like a river streaming down her back, carrying a scent of lilac with her. He follows her, his gaze locked onto her ever green eyes. Soon he can’t move himself, his eyes fixated on the lady.
enticing is inviting. to bring one into anothers home or to simple bring another to attention. eve enticed adam to the apple and the snake enticed the apple to eve.
The lonely nights would try to entice me with temptation, to fall endlessly into the hopelessness. And sadly, it always succeeds. I’d close my eyes and try to push away the loneliness, but it never gives up. It’d knock on my doors all night, and I unwillingly give in, falling back to the past I once swore I’ve gotten over.
The enticing gesture was lost on her. She had not lived among people before and their ways were strange. His attempt to look open and friendly seemed to her like he was trying to look large and intimidating. He kept flashing his teeth at her too, and it made her nervous. She flashed hers back to warn him off.
he was enticed by her. he struggled to get away but there was something about her. with all the things people said about her, he wondered if he was making the right decision. he believed only he understood her. understood that behind the rumors there was a beautiful person underneath
“Entice me,” he exclaimed. I would but I didn’t know how. It is hard to do something when you don’t know how to do it. I opened my mouth and I said “I do not want to because I do not love you enough. I’m sorry.” And that was that. He only said what he said to please himself, so he could tell himself he tried to get me to like him. I just sat there looking at him, watching him. And he, lost in thought, drew circles over and over on the arm of the couch.
Sherlock didn’t mind John’s bed. In fact, it was probably more comfortable than his own, if he cared to admit it. The doctor’s firm mattress was an excellent support for the back, and the covers were kept remarkably straight and neat. (As was the rest of the room, to John’s credit.)
However, there were times when Sherlock felt as though their relationship was a bit unbalanced in certain regards. While the withdrawn detective knew that John would never force or even insinuate starting something without Sherlock’s interest and explicit permission, it still left Sherlock ill at ease sometimes… As though he had less control over the situation, because he was a guest in John’s space.
It was a conscious effort, then, when he took the time to put his studies aside for a day and tend to more common duties. He threw the windows of his bedroom open to let in the cool, fresh air and evacuate the musty smell that had built up from his last experiment. He skittered about his room, tossing anything soiled into the hamper, and surprised Mrs. Hudson when he passed her by with it on the way to the laundry machines in the basement.
Last but not least, he folded his bedcovers with the same military precision he had seen John employ on his bedframe, hoping to entice the doctor in with something familiar.
By the time John came home from his level-3 case, Sherlock was crouched in his armchair with a disconcerting grin. It was only a few hours later that John found out why, as Sherlock led him by the arm to the lower-level bedroom, hardly recognizeable in its cleanliness.
“Wow, Sherlock,” John nearly whispered in awe, “What’s got into you?”
Sherlock had to hold himself back from an undignified giggle, “You have, in more ways than one.” He pulled John into his bed and curled a firm arm around him, holding him posessively.
John wasn’t sure what the point was that Sherlock was trying to make, but he didn’t mind the attention. It was always a rare occasion when the mad genius took a pause from the world of science and focused his attentions on a human being.
Sherlock sighed happily as he tipped the scales back into balance, pulling John into his world as much as had happened vice-versa.
entice with your words
but keep with your soul
give up what you had
and believe in what you know
journey through space
with dreams big and bold
don’t give up on your legs
until their far too old
do what you can
to feel like you do good
even if it’s simple work
we’re rarely understood
no one holds your value
and no one weights your worth
God put you on this planet
your free to roam the earth
be a nomad for a while
spend sometime like a child
don’t go back to big mistakes
move foward
save face
learn a lot about the way
people interact
it’s the most important part of life
this my friend, is fact
Trying to entice someone is difficult. Trying to find the right words or actions to make them want to do what you want. Offering them something that perhaps they couldn’t get any other way. jife
‘Entice’ is a very naughty sounding word, it has cheeky connotations. Cake is cheeky – and enticing, it always entices me back for more, never satisfied with that one sliver, I just want another and another. Cheeky cake, so enticing.
That cake is very enticing! I really wish I was not on a diet so I could consume a large piece of it. I enjoy chocolate cake but although it entices me, I need to have some self control. Desserts are often enticing but it is easy to replace them with fruit.
The idea of being with her did entice me. The idea that I could wrap my arm around her, say she’s “mine”, walk into prom with her, and sit next to her at games, enticed me so much, I felt the word “yes” begin to slip out of my mouth. But then I brought myself back to reality, and remembered who she was, what she did, and what she would do. This wasn’t a real chance at love, she was using me.
Oh the dance of enticement, it whispers softly in her ear. It makes her wonder how the sun could shine, but yet things could be this hard. She wants to touch him, to kiss him, to love him, but we all know that such things are not possible. Someone like her, and someone like him. We dance between them, and we dance around, we are the water that spreads beneath her toes, and we are the sky that sprinkles light onto her golden hair. We are the force that prevents, that abstains.
Enticing someone is a tricky business. Perhaps the trickiest of them all.
It only works if you’re called paul.
You want someone in your bed,
But you don’t want them to be called ned.
You want someone to love,
But not someone called Dove.
I never saw it coming. The bullet almost tore my ear off. She danced well into the night, while I slowly bled to death on the floor. Don’t kiss me, put me out of my misery.
“Entice me to do what I know not”, Nate said, “Because I wont follow you on this foolish mission”.
I rolled my eyes at him. Nathaniel was such a child, and he did not know when to stop. He only thought about how to act stranger, and how to get under my skin.
But as much as he did, I only enticed him to do it more. I don’t know when it happened, probably around the time I started to speak using contractions.
i don’t mean to entice you, i said, kissing him on the neck. i meant it, i never intended to entice him who wasn’t in the mood, and i wasn’t in the mood either. i kissed because of the love overflowing, that was it. perhaps expressing pure love and sexually enticing her man are different for a woman, and a man feels otherwise.
If you think you will ever be able to entice me into voting for you Ken – think again. It’s not going to happen. I’ve always been on the other side. I’m sticking to my colours, my guns; what goes around comes around. But most of all I don’t live in the city. I only work there. I’m a commuter so I don’t get a say. But even if I did Ken, I’m Boris all the way.
You lured me in with subtle courting techniques – a kiss on the hand before I left the car, a kiss on the cheek when I woke up from a nap. You knew you had me when you made me feel worthy of being loved.
Then you stopped. I do NOT understand you.
fire on her tongue, flicker over this skin, ghost in this burned out shell of a body. the smell cloys our airways like i was made for fragrance, knit from whale bones. inhale. exhale.
I enticed her. I know I did. I fucked it all up in one night though, it was a most exquisite triumph, and an ironical, poetically coarse failure. It’s a part of my life now, and I wonder how it has strengthened me, for it has surely tore at the fabric of my makeup. Tore it cleanly with condescension and confusion and hypocrisy. There is only so much self-loathing to fuel, I am overfuelled. I am at excess saturation, there is no capacity for love to occupy space. Not right now.
Entice the nice with much white rice, for the day the sun blossoms, is the day we eat it all. So enticing, so exciting. This is terrible. Nicholas is talking crap about post-scarcity worlds and I’m too conscious of spelling
Enticed they were, and that was nice for the lice who liked to eat their host with twice the spice. Although eventually they’d cry for ice, thrice, before changing their minds and switching to rice.
Actually, I’m not at all enticed by this situation. Lice are gross. Some people I know remind me of them too – like they make you want to pull your hair out that’s how irritating they are.
Hmm? This sounds like a trap. The Venus Flytrap with its bright colors and weird rotting smells, or whatever it is that attracts flies, drawing them in and then eating them! What kind of plant eats animals! And then, the ice cream shop on the corner, calling, come in! Come in! And making passersby late to their meetings because they’ve stopped for ice cream.
i have no idea what that means so im just gonna write some erandom words about this random word i have never ever seen before. It looks like its something you smell or something like that hurry the hell up and finish lawl if anyone else sees this .
The pastry looked enticing to her. . .with its frothy icing spilling over the edges of the fine cut dough. I’ll try a little, she decided. Hardly anyone will notice. She leaned forward ever so carefully until the sweet frosting graced her tongue. Her taste buds, elated, pleaded for just one more careful lick.
To Hypnotise. To bring in. To persuade. To glance. To look upon.
The cheese cake and the bread butter pudding enticed her like no other. Why must dessert entice her so? She seems helpless and completely hopeless, as her diet seems doomed yet again.
To live, to love, to fight, to hate, to do things without thinking. To bite your lip and taste metallic and love it at the same time. Not knowing what is next. To just fucking live.
She enticed him with her hair. The flowing locks like a river streaming down her back, carrying a scent of lilac with her. He follows her, his gaze locked onto her ever green eyes. Soon he can’t move himself, his eyes fixated on the lady.
enticing is inviting. to bring one into anothers home or to simple bring another to attention. eve enticed adam to the apple and the snake enticed the apple to eve.
The lonely nights would try to entice me with temptation, to fall endlessly into the hopelessness. And sadly, it always succeeds. I’d close my eyes and try to push away the loneliness, but it never gives up. It’d knock on my doors all night, and I unwillingly give in, falling back to the past I once swore I’ve gotten over.
The enticing gesture was lost on her. She had not lived among people before and their ways were strange. His attempt to look open and friendly seemed to her like he was trying to look large and intimidating. He kept flashing his teeth at her too, and it made her nervous. She flashed hers back to warn him off.
he was enticed by her. he struggled to get away but there was something about her. with all the things people said about her, he wondered if he was making the right decision. he believed only he understood her. understood that behind the rumors there was a beautiful person underneath
the smell of cinnamon drifted out of the kitchen through the doorway. I inhaled deeply.
To lead on by exciting hope or desire. To allure someone.
“Entice me,” he exclaimed. I would but I didn’t know how. It is hard to do something when you don’t know how to do it. I opened my mouth and I said “I do not want to because I do not love you enough. I’m sorry.” And that was that. He only said what he said to please himself, so he could tell himself he tried to get me to like him. I just sat there looking at him, watching him. And he, lost in thought, drew circles over and over on the arm of the couch.
Sherlock didn’t mind John’s bed. In fact, it was probably more comfortable than his own, if he cared to admit it. The doctor’s firm mattress was an excellent support for the back, and the covers were kept remarkably straight and neat. (As was the rest of the room, to John’s credit.)
However, there were times when Sherlock felt as though their relationship was a bit unbalanced in certain regards. While the withdrawn detective knew that John would never force or even insinuate starting something without Sherlock’s interest and explicit permission, it still left Sherlock ill at ease sometimes… As though he had less control over the situation, because he was a guest in John’s space.
It was a conscious effort, then, when he took the time to put his studies aside for a day and tend to more common duties. He threw the windows of his bedroom open to let in the cool, fresh air and evacuate the musty smell that had built up from his last experiment. He skittered about his room, tossing anything soiled into the hamper, and surprised Mrs. Hudson when he passed her by with it on the way to the laundry machines in the basement.
Last but not least, he folded his bedcovers with the same military precision he had seen John employ on his bedframe, hoping to entice the doctor in with something familiar.
By the time John came home from his level-3 case, Sherlock was crouched in his armchair with a disconcerting grin. It was only a few hours later that John found out why, as Sherlock led him by the arm to the lower-level bedroom, hardly recognizeable in its cleanliness.
“Wow, Sherlock,” John nearly whispered in awe, “What’s got into you?”
Sherlock had to hold himself back from an undignified giggle, “You have, in more ways than one.” He pulled John into his bed and curled a firm arm around him, holding him posessively.
John wasn’t sure what the point was that Sherlock was trying to make, but he didn’t mind the attention. It was always a rare occasion when the mad genius took a pause from the world of science and focused his attentions on a human being.
Sherlock sighed happily as he tipped the scales back into balance, pulling John into his world as much as had happened vice-versa.
entice with your words
but keep with your soul
give up what you had
and believe in what you know
journey through space
with dreams big and bold
don’t give up on your legs
until their far too old
do what you can
to feel like you do good
even if it’s simple work
we’re rarely understood
no one holds your value
and no one weights your worth
God put you on this planet
your free to roam the earth
be a nomad for a while
spend sometime like a child
don’t go back to big mistakes
move foward
save face
learn a lot about the way
people interact
it’s the most important part of life
this my friend, is fact
© L²
Trying to entice someone is difficult. Trying to find the right words or actions to make them want to do what you want. Offering them something that perhaps they couldn’t get any other way. jife
‘Entice’ is a very naughty sounding word, it has cheeky connotations. Cake is cheeky – and enticing, it always entices me back for more, never satisfied with that one sliver, I just want another and another. Cheeky cake, so enticing.
relate
excite
entice your attention
spice
woman
raw emotions
feelings
expressive
ice
saturation
nice sounding word
rice
cafe in tokyo
I hope they have new words soon to entice my creativity and maintain my interest in this site…
That cake is very enticing! I really wish I was not on a diet so I could consume a large piece of it. I enjoy chocolate cake but although it entices me, I need to have some self control. Desserts are often enticing but it is easy to replace them with fruit.
The idea of being with her did entice me. The idea that I could wrap my arm around her, say she’s “mine”, walk into prom with her, and sit next to her at games, enticed me so much, I felt the word “yes” begin to slip out of my mouth. But then I brought myself back to reality, and remembered who she was, what she did, and what she would do. This wasn’t a real chance at love, she was using me.
Oh the dance of enticement, it whispers softly in her ear. It makes her wonder how the sun could shine, but yet things could be this hard. She wants to touch him, to kiss him, to love him, but we all know that such things are not possible. Someone like her, and someone like him. We dance between them, and we dance around, we are the water that spreads beneath her toes, and we are the sky that sprinkles light onto her golden hair. We are the force that prevents, that abstains.
Enticing someone is a tricky business. Perhaps the trickiest of them all.
It only works if you’re called paul.
You want someone in your bed,
But you don’t want them to be called ned.
You want someone to love,
But not someone called Dove.
I never saw it coming. The bullet almost tore my ear off. She danced well into the night, while I slowly bled to death on the floor. Don’t kiss me, put me out of my misery.
“Entice me to do what I know not”, Nate said, “Because I wont follow you on this foolish mission”.
I rolled my eyes at him. Nathaniel was such a child, and he did not know when to stop. He only thought about how to act stranger, and how to get under my skin.
But as much as he did, I only enticed him to do it more. I don’t know when it happened, probably around the time I started to speak using contractions.
i don’t mean to entice you, i said, kissing him on the neck. i meant it, i never intended to entice him who wasn’t in the mood, and i wasn’t in the mood either. i kissed because of the love overflowing, that was it. perhaps expressing pure love and sexually enticing her man are different for a woman, and a man feels otherwise.
If you think you will ever be able to entice me into voting for you Ken – think again. It’s not going to happen. I’ve always been on the other side. I’m sticking to my colours, my guns; what goes around comes around. But most of all I don’t live in the city. I only work there. I’m a commuter so I don’t get a say. But even if I did Ken, I’m Boris all the way.
You lured me in with subtle courting techniques – a kiss on the hand before I left the car, a kiss on the cheek when I woke up from a nap. You knew you had me when you made me feel worthy of being loved.
Then you stopped. I do NOT understand you.
fire on her tongue, flicker over this skin, ghost in this burned out shell of a body. the smell cloys our airways like i was made for fragrance, knit from whale bones. inhale. exhale.
oh, i feel you in the red light, i feel you in my bones. pretty lips against my neck but you’re faithful, quit lying. entice me.
I don’t need this. No, I don’t want another newspaper delivered, to support another dubious organisation or the like. Get away from me.
‘welcome,’ she says, with a lift of her wrist. ‘welcome, sit down, lie with me.’
you reach for the curve of her hips and breathe.
oh, this.
I enticed her. I know I did. I fucked it all up in one night though, it was a most exquisite triumph, and an ironical, poetically coarse failure. It’s a part of my life now, and I wonder how it has strengthened me, for it has surely tore at the fabric of my makeup. Tore it cleanly with condescension and confusion and hypocrisy. There is only so much self-loathing to fuel, I am overfuelled. I am at excess saturation, there is no capacity for love to occupy space. Not right now.
Might this entice you?
He broke my concentration. Again. Hydrogen, then Florine. then abs.. I mean… Argon.
Well, it’s a girl, for me.
Entice the nice with much white rice, for the day the sun blossoms, is the day we eat it all. So enticing, so exciting. This is terrible. Nicholas is talking crap about post-scarcity worlds and I’m too conscious of spelling
Enticed they were, and that was nice for the lice who liked to eat their host with twice the spice. Although eventually they’d cry for ice, thrice, before changing their minds and switching to rice.
Actually, I’m not at all enticed by this situation. Lice are gross. Some people I know remind me of them too – like they make you want to pull your hair out that’s how irritating they are.
Hmm? This sounds like a trap. The Venus Flytrap with its bright colors and weird rotting smells, or whatever it is that attracts flies, drawing them in and then eating them! What kind of plant eats animals! And then, the ice cream shop on the corner, calling, come in! Come in! And making passersby late to their meetings because they’ve stopped for ice cream.
i have no idea what that means so im just gonna write some erandom words about this random word i have never ever seen before. It looks like its something you smell or something like that hurry the hell up and finish lawl if anyone else sees this .
The pastry looked enticing to her. . .with its frothy icing spilling over the edges of the fine cut dough. I’ll try a little, she decided. Hardly anyone will notice. She leaned forward ever so carefully until the sweet frosting graced her tongue. Her taste buds, elated, pleaded for just one more careful lick.
The bacon lay curled before him, aimed to entice. His will giving out, hand scooping forward to snatch the luscious greasy goodness.