She smelled sweet like rain, sweet like sunshine. The fragrance of her drifted across the breeze and sent me flying off my feet. She only glanced at me shortly, but her scent lingered.
The green cursor flashed on his console. He was ready to do this. He was somewhat distracted by his reflection in the monitor and the fragrance of roses. Great. Roses. He knew she must be close behind. He would have to work fast.
perfume avon I really can’t think much about it angel and demons candles vanilla cinammon am I done already? body shop and sephora ohhh that fragrance I really liked from nina ricci
As she lays beside me, sleeping soundly, I breath in deeply, pulling her close. My face nuzzles her hair and neck as our bodies press together. My heart races and my throat swells. I love her. And as I breathe in her natural fragrance, I breathe her in to me.
fragrance in the roses, the orchard is captured in the bottles stored in the shops or so we would like to believe. why do we like to believe in things which are not true? i want a pretty fragrance from the fancy shelf!
Sometimes you just need to stop and smell the flowers. It’s amazing what a sweet fragrance can do to your whole day. Just imagine, you are in a really grumpy mood and you smell the roses, and all of a sudden you are transported back to when your fiance gave you roses for your anniversary. What a wonderful memory. It could turn your whole mood around!
Beyoncé has a new fragrancehEat. It’s nice. I mmusky but sweet too. it’s best of h worlds. and the new playboy fragrances, 2 of them are neanice, the spicy one i don’t like that much.
favorite is miss cherie dior.
As he was sorting forks he picked up a particularly elegant one. He examined it slowly, remembering everything about her: her hair, her eyes, and even the fragrance she often wore.
wow this word again, it comes around and grabs my senses. Every where I go I smell your fragrance. It fills me with wonder and with lust. It controls my soul.
It caught him like a finger, curled beneath his collar, that tugged gently until he followed. The scent was pure, distinct, a taste of beauty. He knew he’d never love another pie again.
sometimes from a passing stranger, sometimes for no apparent reason at all, i catch your scent in the air, and although it’s been years and what we were then is foreign to us now, i long for your embrace once again
smells so sweet love is in the air your fragrance mystifys me. I love the way it fills my senses and sends me spinning. it is who you are and it is intoxicating.
The bottle lay empty, but if I removed the small glass stopper, there was still the lingering fragrance that reminded me of home. How long had it been sitting on my shelf, and not realising home was so close?
I had hoped to get some Rose scented cologne from my favourite Jo Malone shop. I had seen the bag in the car, hidden udnerneath the old tesco bags and crisp packets. I waited a day, a week, a month and then realised
The fragrance…is that what he’d call it, a fragrance? The odor was overwhelming. The stench of burnt flesh and hair and the ash and smoke in the air made him dizzy. He sat up and looked around, suddenly aware of the red flames licking overhead…and then he saw him sitting and staring at him with vacant, bleeding melted jellied eyes. His thoughts and emotions were stymied. Stalled. Numb. Dead. Fried.
we ran, my hair whipping my face, me laughing in delight. The fragrance from the orchard was almost overpowering, but so beautiful.
I stopped, looked at him and kissed him, the smell of apples everywhere…
It filled the earth, it reached out into space and tickled the nostrils of each satellite, it found a place in the grass, and buckled under the pavement, saying, Smell me! Smell me! The fragrance of time, smelled fresh, in its passing, proved more now than it ever did before or since.
The smell of roses – the ones which climbed over the coalhouse shed when I was young – I used to pick the rose flowers and put the petals into a glass jar, top the petals up with fresh water, crush and stir vigourously with a spoon, cover the contents with toilet paper and leave for a week. The result was to be my very own perfume – but the fragrance was never what I expected ….. in fact it was so musty if it was inhaled you would image (well I do now) that nasty fungus would grow inside your nostrils! Happy days in my own perfume factory!
The streets were dark, canyonelike a light rain was falling – steam and warm odorous vapour rose from the rustng grillles along the pavement edges — there were billboards opening dreams of a new space or another country – she stood, smelling the possibiities.
egunero ezin naiz etxetik atera usain goxoa bota barik. Oso gogoko dut usaina. Batzuk oso sudur luzeak dira usainarekin.
nire amak oso usain goxoa du. Txakurren kakak ez du usainik kiratsa baizik.
it was sour milk. yes off milk she could smell as she entered the kitchen. roxy slurped at her cereal and grandma shouted to hurry up and get ready. she grimaced and knew it was pointless to argue.
I love the fragrance of freesias. Roses, too, but they can seem artificial. Lavender, but it can be overpowering . Freesias have the perfect fragrance, but alas last all too short a time and aren’t easily available. I wish I exuded a personality as fragrant as that of freesias.
The smell of jasmine flooding my nose, my eyes, washing over me like a tide of dead fish bloated, bodies rising to the top of a river like a bar of soap at bathtime.
Having spent years avoiding birthdays, the flowers and gifts were overwhelming. It was a challenging and confronting experience going home on the bus with bunches of bouncing flowers and bags of gifts in bright coloured paper. I felt festooned in a shroud of fragrance that mapped by passage through the crowds.
aroma.. It’s something afoot in the wind. Th ewaft of air that preceeds her, makes her presence known. It gets me goin, goin, gone..
She smelled sweet like rain, sweet like sunshine. The fragrance of her drifted across the breeze and sent me flying off my feet. She only glanced at me shortly, but her scent lingered.
Fragrance.
Its not simply a smell to me.
Some people claim that they can see pass a person’s facade.
Some people even claim that they can read minds.
But me? I think I can smell other people’s inner desires.
The green cursor flashed on his console. He was ready to do this. He was somewhat distracted by his reflection in the monitor and the fragrance of roses. Great. Roses. He knew she must be close behind. He would have to work fast.
The fragrance of decay
the stench of false smiles
I will not speak
This is all too much
Tonight, tonight
I can’t go on
A shell
Silent
Is she okay
No
Of course not
Idiot
Believe me
This is not okay
True emo
Glaring silently in the corner
There is nothing left of you
I can see it in your eyes
Leave her alone
She won’t talk to you
Slice, slice, slice
Red lines appear
In the dark little emo corner
Nobody cares
Every day
Speak out
No
Why should I speak
Speech is silver
Silence is golden
365 silent days
125,600 unspoken minutes
You say you’re sorry
For what it’s worth
Nothing
Not a word
Silent treatment
As my voice dies
My personality flourishes
As I get more into writing
No speaking
Only writing
Don’t think
Don’t speak
Just write
Just feel
Silence is broken
WHAT DID YOU DO
Nothing
Of course
I miss the silence
perfume avon I really can’t think much about it angel and demons candles vanilla cinammon am I done already? body shop and sephora ohhh that fragrance I really liked from nina ricci
As she lays beside me, sleeping soundly, I breath in deeply, pulling her close. My face nuzzles her hair and neck as our bodies press together. My heart races and my throat swells. I love her. And as I breathe in her natural fragrance, I breathe her in to me.
fragrance in the roses, the orchard is captured in the bottles stored in the shops or so we would like to believe. why do we like to believe in things which are not true? i want a pretty fragrance from the fancy shelf!
Sometimes you just need to stop and smell the flowers. It’s amazing what a sweet fragrance can do to your whole day. Just imagine, you are in a really grumpy mood and you smell the roses, and all of a sudden you are transported back to when your fiance gave you roses for your anniversary. What a wonderful memory. It could turn your whole mood around!
knan aldinn mohmmed
Beyoncé has a new fragrancehEat. It’s nice. I mmusky but sweet too. it’s best of h worlds. and the new playboy fragrances, 2 of them are neanice, the spicy one i don’t like that much.
favorite is miss cherie dior.
As he was sorting forks he picked up a particularly elegant one. He examined it slowly, remembering everything about her: her hair, her eyes, and even the fragrance she often wore.
Fragrance perfumed beautiful
Gorgeous purple flowers
Scented times life too short
Many missed moments
the simple yet inviting fragrance left on her person from the ravishing night before left me wondering more and more……
wow this word again, it comes around and grabs my senses. Every where I go I smell your fragrance. It fills me with wonder and with lust. It controls my soul.
i love the fragrance that those fancy magazines comes. i love going to macys and buying all those fragance that they sell in there. it’s so good
It caught him like a finger, curled beneath his collar, that tugged gently until he followed. The scent was pure, distinct, a taste of beauty. He knew he’d never love another pie again.
The scent of her hair intoxicates me. It’s fragrance calls me to follow and fantasise. I press my body to hers and feel her curves sing over me.
sometimes from a passing stranger, sometimes for no apparent reason at all, i catch your scent in the air, and although it’s been years and what we were then is foreign to us now, i long for your embrace once again
smells so sweet love is in the air your fragrance mystifys me. I love the way it fills my senses and sends me spinning. it is who you are and it is intoxicating.
A misty trail that lifts me off my feet on a dreamy walk past memories, into your arms.
The bottle lay empty, but if I removed the small glass stopper, there was still the lingering fragrance that reminded me of home. How long had it been sitting on my shelf, and not realising home was so close?
I had hoped to get some Rose scented cologne from my favourite Jo Malone shop. I had seen the bag in the car, hidden udnerneath the old tesco bags and crisp packets. I waited a day, a week, a month and then realised
The fragrance…is that what he’d call it, a fragrance? The odor was overwhelming. The stench of burnt flesh and hair and the ash and smoke in the air made him dizzy. He sat up and looked around, suddenly aware of the red flames licking overhead…and then he saw him sitting and staring at him with vacant, bleeding melted jellied eyes. His thoughts and emotions were stymied. Stalled. Numb. Dead. Fried.
we ran, my hair whipping my face, me laughing in delight. The fragrance from the orchard was almost overpowering, but so beautiful.
I stopped, looked at him and kissed him, the smell of apples everywhere…
It filled the earth, it reached out into space and tickled the nostrils of each satellite, it found a place in the grass, and buckled under the pavement, saying, Smell me! Smell me! The fragrance of time, smelled fresh, in its passing, proved more now than it ever did before or since.
nice kind amazing beautiful perfume
freshly mown grass
garlic cooking
The fragrance of the roses was sickly and overpowering, like hothouse orchids that are a vile parody of beuaty. It left him feeling depressed.
The smell of roses – the ones which climbed over the coalhouse shed when I was young – I used to pick the rose flowers and put the petals into a glass jar, top the petals up with fresh water, crush and stir vigourously with a spoon, cover the contents with toilet paper and leave for a week. The result was to be my very own perfume – but the fragrance was never what I expected ….. in fact it was so musty if it was inhaled you would image (well I do now) that nasty fungus would grow inside your nostrils! Happy days in my own perfume factory!
The streets were dark, canyonelike a light rain was falling – steam and warm odorous vapour rose from the rustng grillles along the pavement edges — there were billboards opening dreams of a new space or another country – she stood, smelling the possibiities.
egunero ezin naiz etxetik atera usain goxoa bota barik. Oso gogoko dut usaina. Batzuk oso sudur luzeak dira usainarekin.
nire amak oso usain goxoa du. Txakurren kakak ez du usainik kiratsa baizik.
smell pretty want ore gorgeous bottles lovto smell good want a signature frangrance need meore must remember to put it on ea morning
it was sour milk. yes off milk she could smell as she entered the kitchen. roxy slurped at her cereal and grandma shouted to hurry up and get ready. she grimaced and knew it was pointless to argue.
I love the fragrance of freesias. Roses, too, but they can seem artificial. Lavender, but it can be overpowering . Freesias have the perfect fragrance, but alas last all too short a time and aren’t easily available. I wish I exuded a personality as fragrant as that of freesias.
The smell of jasmine flooding my nose, my eyes, washing over me like a tide of dead fish bloated, bodies rising to the top of a river like a bar of soap at bathtime.
Having spent years avoiding birthdays, the flowers and gifts were overwhelming. It was a challenging and confronting experience going home on the bus with bunches of bouncing flowers and bags of gifts in bright coloured paper. I felt festooned in a shroud of fragrance that mapped by passage through the crowds.
Sweet, sour, milky, cheesy, pungent, aromatic, spicy with undertones
a scent that people love to get that maybe smells like roses or something good of course. perhaps it smells like ass, but nonetheless its a fragrance
fragrance is the power that revive your wild imagination. it gives you altogether a different thought. the flow of your thinking changes.
you’ve grown up so beautiful
it hurts me slightly
now will you take me to the bridge
where you know i’ve always thought of it
far away
afar off
tilt with me toward old age
and i promise i’ll think of it still