sarazard
When the world was made and the clouds set in the sky, when the stars were set into the darkened night, when your hand touched mine and inspired such delight was it accidental?
Seriously, of all the words to inspire me it had to be bagel? I prefer rosemary and olive oil it is heavenly, but all the same mundane.
It was something that she never knew she had in her, a dormant force waiting to be unleashed, that emotion boiling under the surface until upon bursting free became a dominant force that brought her to her knees in trembling realization.
His virtues are various and his vices are few, but if not for the latter he'd have little to do.
If you take what is yours and I take what is mine and combine them together they are ours. But my love and your love cannot be combined, it only exists when we are together. There is no mine and yours.
It's not that he didn't love her, it's just that it wasn't the sort of thing a man such as himself could do, grovel before her and fawn over her with meaningless words.
The destruction was obvious. There was something right about the lack of symmetry and perfection she had come to associate with the oppressive structure.
It was dangling precariously at the edge of her moist lip carrying the tinge of her lipstick and threatening to tip into the abyss below.
I can't get too specific or is it specific enough? Summary is not one of my strong points, perhaps because I can't see the forest for the trees.
If I said "I am cheap," any number of people would have a different interpretation of my meaning. We don't always think to elaborate when we have our own understanding of what we've said.
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