Intense. Like, the level of what… intensity? It’s one of those words that describes itself. You can’t really explain it using other words. Intensity, magnitude. I was intensly interested in something, maybe? I don’t know…. Hard. k
intense is such a word that i can just describe what i’m feeling these past months. It’s not the type of intensity that is being fueled by passion and vigor, but instead it’s the type that is filled with self-doubt and confusion that I begin to wonder if I’m doing the right thing.
That was intense. My sweat is dripping from my pores. It must have been 5 minutes but it felt like hours, days even. The intensity of what just happened has me reeling. I feel like I’m going to just melt. It’s like the whole world’s troubles just dropped on top of me.
The sultry blue of his eyes nearly killed me so, the fire that burned in them seemed to scorch the edges of my soul as I fought to keep me to me… The intensity of his being, it blurred who I wanted to be, turned me into something greater, and we two somehow, with our hearts beating a frantic tune we became something so grand… I think even heaven might have envied us.
Kung foo is the most intense thing I can think of right now. I was talking to this guy that did it for years and years, and I did gymnastics for years and years, so we were comparing skills and training and stuff. It was actually pretty cool how similar our stories were. Also, I just went camping, and that was intents. hahaha
Skydiving can be as fun as you’d like it to be. I don’t know how I feel about it because I’ve never tried it. But no matter how you feel about it, it doesn’t change the simple fact that a very stationary and a very solid ground is below you.
intense is a word that surfers sometimes use when they want to sound like something was relatively frightening in the moment, but is really not all that frightening, like when a wave is really cold, or you fall down and accidentally eat sand. These things are ‘intense’. Also, accidentally drinking concentrated juice when you’re supposed to water it down is intense, because it tastes HORRIBLE. and makes you gag.
The rain poured down on our heads and it felt like the earth was collapsing in on us. The seas had risen up and the world was turn upside down. It poured and poured and all we cared about was each other. It was that intense feeling of bliss and passion and nothing else matter. We were young and dumb and reckless. And wet. And wet. And we kept going people hated and stared but there we were. And there we would always be. The heavens coming down on us and we just continue to be careless.
“Oh, wow. So intense. I just don’t think i can take it.”
Sherry’s sarcasm was really getting on his nerves. Why couldn’t she just say what she meant without trying to be such a witch. It wasn’t like he was trying to get a rise out of her, it was just the way she had always reacted to him.
Pleasure. It’s all she could think about. Unbearable, loving, frightening pleasure. How she wanted to experience it. All of it. She wanted to simultaneously feel as if she was riding a roller coaster, sky diving from a flying plane, and experiencing the most intense orgasm anybody had ever had. She wanted to live, to be free.
Everything is happening so fast. I just got on this vacation and now it’s time to go home. I’ve had fun but DC has a lot of marble floors in its buildings, so my feet are thanking me. But there’s a two-day car trip awaiting me. And I’m tired. And there’s so much to do. It’s so INTENSE!
It was so intense. The feel of his skin against the other’s. The hot breath on his neck. He couldn’t breath. Holding the other close, he bit down on the flesh, relishing in the reaction it got him. The other cried out in pleasure. Intense. The only way to describe their love. What else does one need in this world?
So we glared. More intensely than I’ve ever glared before.
It was becoming apparent that the sandbox no longer was big enough for the two of us, and I was willing to do ANYTHING to get my toy truck back from her.
Is when life gives you a fast forward motion when you when things get serious where time needs to slow down very quickly life comes at bliss and things get tough so you have to battle back to bring the calm and continue the way it was. Intense is the feeling of fury and adrenaline you get and you need to rush to finish when things go under preasure.
I hate when conversations become intense. I would rather hide behind a computer where I can use a thesaurus to look up big, fancy words and quickly Google articles to support my argument. I claim to be a knowledgeable person, and honestly, many would tell me I am just too hard on myself, but the truth is I am a borrower, and in an intense debate, I would lose.
Lots of things can be intense. Like parachuting from a plane. Now that’s intense. The adrenaline can be overpowering. I’d be insanely frightened if I did that. Oh geez.
Intense. The things that are intense scare us to death, but usually they are the things most worth doing. If it’s not intense, that kinda just means you don’t care. And if you don’t care, what’s the point?? do the intense, and do it now. And do it intensely. with all your might. just go. don’t be afraid. the more intense you are about it, the more worthwhile it’ll be. intensity pushes us forward
intense is exhilaration. it’s that stunt that everyone told you you couldn’t pull off. it’s that first kiss you’ve always dreamt about. it’s your first lover. it’s your life and everything you put into it. all the time you’ve spent on putting everything together,
Intense is what describes my love for him. I can’t grasp what it is I love about him, but I am truly, deeply, passionately, and intensely in love with him. He is my everything, but I’m a fly on the wall to him.
an intense wind rushed past them filled with debris. shally was hit in the head violently and fell.elke felt something slash her cheek and hit her elbow. kathleen felt pellets of sand pebble her face. bogdan was down covering d.o.g.
mY life consists of intense moments, intense adventure intensly in love, in tense moments of complete peace surrounded by intense thrill pain and heartbeats. My life is intense for every moment that i live i am fully alive.
intense. to be intense. to be cool or to be a fool. i am intense i live life to the max. i don’t like the tense part tho i think it should be inrelaxe thats where the real fun happens.
He stared at me intensely. I tried not to blink, I tried not to look away. I tried to hold his gaze. But I couldn’t. I turned my face to the window and watched a car drive by.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you…”
Intense. That’s how it felt when she was with him. The way he looked at her set her very core on fire. All she wanted to do was jump him….feel his lips on hers, his teeth on her neck, his hands on her breasts pushing her limits and then sending her over the edge into utter and complete bliss.
Intensity, my life. You, Joe, please come back. INTENSITY? Intensity, do you know what that feels like on your heart? Is that good, or bad? I’m sorry, I didnt mean to do that to you, did I hurt you?
Does it even matter anymore?
Does anything even matter anymore?
Life can be intense, but not really. Most of the time, experiences are mundane and ordinary. Once I got to see all of Yosemite National Park from atop a dome. That was pretty intense. Another time, I looked at a photo of China and wished I could vacation in Shanghai. That was not intense.
Sodden clothes lay strewn across the bathroom floor, remnants of a night not soon forgotten. Hand prints on the mirror suggesting poses and positions rarely ventured; muddy footprints littering the shower floor displaying immediate need. These wild lightening flashes of connection illuminate the carnal warrior within. The basic need to feel catapults us to create chaos and lose ourselves in the fervor of moment to moment pleasure.
Intense. Like, the level of what… intensity? It’s one of those words that describes itself. You can’t really explain it using other words. Intensity, magnitude. I was intensly interested in something, maybe? I don’t know…. Hard. k
intense is such a word that i can just describe what i’m feeling these past months. It’s not the type of intensity that is being fueled by passion and vigor, but instead it’s the type that is filled with self-doubt and confusion that I begin to wonder if I’m doing the right thing.
A great way to describe myself.
That was intense. My sweat is dripping from my pores. It must have been 5 minutes but it felt like hours, days even. The intensity of what just happened has me reeling. I feel like I’m going to just melt. It’s like the whole world’s troubles just dropped on top of me.
The sultry blue of his eyes nearly killed me so, the fire that burned in them seemed to scorch the edges of my soul as I fought to keep me to me… The intensity of his being, it blurred who I wanted to be, turned me into something greater, and we two somehow, with our hearts beating a frantic tune we became something so grand… I think even heaven might have envied us.
when I am with you, sometimes it is so intense. I want to wrap my arms around your body or perhaps around you throat.
Kung foo is the most intense thing I can think of right now. I was talking to this guy that did it for years and years, and I did gymnastics for years and years, so we were comparing skills and training and stuff. It was actually pretty cool how similar our stories were. Also, I just went camping, and that was intents. hahaha
Skydiving can be as fun as you’d like it to be. I don’t know how I feel about it because I’ve never tried it. But no matter how you feel about it, it doesn’t change the simple fact that a very stationary and a very solid ground is below you.
intense is a word that surfers sometimes use when they want to sound like something was relatively frightening in the moment, but is really not all that frightening, like when a wave is really cold, or you fall down and accidentally eat sand. These things are ‘intense’. Also, accidentally drinking concentrated juice when you’re supposed to water it down is intense, because it tastes HORRIBLE. and makes you gag.
The rain poured down on our heads and it felt like the earth was collapsing in on us. The seas had risen up and the world was turn upside down. It poured and poured and all we cared about was each other. It was that intense feeling of bliss and passion and nothing else matter. We were young and dumb and reckless. And wet. And wet. And we kept going people hated and stared but there we were. And there we would always be. The heavens coming down on us and we just continue to be careless.
Never to be considered too intense about anything is not the best to hope for. Intensity is needed .
“Oh, wow. So intense. I just don’t think i can take it.”
Sherry’s sarcasm was really getting on his nerves. Why couldn’t she just say what she meant without trying to be such a witch. It wasn’t like he was trying to get a rise out of her, it was just the way she had always reacted to him.
Pleasure. It’s all she could think about. Unbearable, loving, frightening pleasure. How she wanted to experience it. All of it. She wanted to simultaneously feel as if she was riding a roller coaster, sky diving from a flying plane, and experiencing the most intense orgasm anybody had ever had. She wanted to live, to be free.
The sun was hot. Hotter than ever. My skin started to peel moments after stepping out of the sheltering house. It was intense.
Everything is happening so fast. I just got on this vacation and now it’s time to go home. I’ve had fun but DC has a lot of marble floors in its buildings, so my feet are thanking me. But there’s a two-day car trip awaiting me. And I’m tired. And there’s so much to do. It’s so INTENSE!
screwed
horrible
wow
o my gosh
rude
amazing
rolllercoaster
wicked
pet
tryxie
cool
thing
awesome
amazing
love
royalty
polotics
fruit
Every word she spoke blistered on his skin, on the edge of his thumb and the sole of his heel, until, finally, he burst into the sun–
this was intense/the sweat the rythm, the flesh/ the pounding heat, she was mine tonight
It was so intense. The feel of his skin against the other’s. The hot breath on his neck. He couldn’t breath. Holding the other close, he bit down on the flesh, relishing in the reaction it got him. The other cried out in pleasure. Intense. The only way to describe their love. What else does one need in this world?
The gaze never seemed to waiver.
So we glared. More intensely than I’ve ever glared before.
It was becoming apparent that the sandbox no longer was big enough for the two of us, and I was willing to do ANYTHING to get my toy truck back from her.
Even if it killed me.
The stare never seemed to end…
The longer I held his gaze it just seemed to increase it’s intensity.
pleasure…shocking…overwhelming….pleasing…
Is when life gives you a fast forward motion when you when things get serious where time needs to slow down very quickly life comes at bliss and things get tough so you have to battle back to bring the calm and continue the way it was. Intense is the feeling of fury and adrenaline you get and you need to rush to finish when things go under preasure.
Ahhhhhhh, that’s intense, what a rush, the excitement, the thrill, man! wow! go for the kill, gung-ho action!
I hate when conversations become intense. I would rather hide behind a computer where I can use a thesaurus to look up big, fancy words and quickly Google articles to support my argument. I claim to be a knowledgeable person, and honestly, many would tell me I am just too hard on myself, but the truth is I am a borrower, and in an intense debate, I would lose.
Lots of things can be intense. Like parachuting from a plane. Now that’s intense. The adrenaline can be overpowering. I’d be insanely frightened if I did that. Oh geez.
Intense. The things that are intense scare us to death, but usually they are the things most worth doing. If it’s not intense, that kinda just means you don’t care. And if you don’t care, what’s the point?? do the intense, and do it now. And do it intensely. with all your might. just go. don’t be afraid. the more intense you are about it, the more worthwhile it’ll be. intensity pushes us forward
To summarize our camping trip: It got intense in tents.
intense is exhilaration. it’s that stunt that everyone told you you couldn’t pull off. it’s that first kiss you’ve always dreamt about. it’s your first lover. it’s your life and everything you put into it. all the time you’ve spent on putting everything together,
Intense is what describes my love for him. I can’t grasp what it is I love about him, but I am truly, deeply, passionately, and intensely in love with him. He is my everything, but I’m a fly on the wall to him.
Just some few words, you don’t know how intense is what I’m feeling now about you, and how intense was knowing you’re really not more with me.
an intense wind rushed past them filled with debris. shally was hit in the head violently and fell.elke felt something slash her cheek and hit her elbow. kathleen felt pellets of sand pebble her face. bogdan was down covering d.o.g.
mY life consists of intense moments, intense adventure intensly in love, in tense moments of complete peace surrounded by intense thrill pain and heartbeats. My life is intense for every moment that i live i am fully alive.
intense. to be intense. to be cool or to be a fool. i am intense i live life to the max. i don’t like the tense part tho i think it should be inrelaxe thats where the real fun happens.
He stared at me intensely. I tried not to blink, I tried not to look away. I tried to hold his gaze. But I couldn’t. I turned my face to the window and watched a car drive by.
“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you…”
“Well, you did,” he replied.
strong
powerful
penetrating
piercing
pungent
sharp
shrill
stinging
nothing describes the feelings inside but
intense
Intense. That’s how it felt when she was with him. The way he looked at her set her very core on fire. All she wanted to do was jump him….feel his lips on hers, his teeth on her neck, his hands on her breasts pushing her limits and then sending her over the edge into utter and complete bliss.
Intensity, my life. You, Joe, please come back. INTENSITY? Intensity, do you know what that feels like on your heart? Is that good, or bad? I’m sorry, I didnt mean to do that to you, did I hurt you?
Does it even matter anymore?
Does anything even matter anymore?
Life can be intense, but not really. Most of the time, experiences are mundane and ordinary. Once I got to see all of Yosemite National Park from atop a dome. That was pretty intense. Another time, I looked at a photo of China and wished I could vacation in Shanghai. That was not intense.
Sodden clothes lay strewn across the bathroom floor, remnants of a night not soon forgotten. Hand prints on the mirror suggesting poses and positions rarely ventured; muddy footprints littering the shower floor displaying immediate need. These wild lightening flashes of connection illuminate the carnal warrior within. The basic need to feel catapults us to create chaos and lose ourselves in the fervor of moment to moment pleasure.