Your fingers brushed my cheek – they’re cold, but I feel warm when they touch me. I guess that must be what love is, feeling warm against even the chilliest touch. I loved your touch.
I think cheeks are disgusting. Fleshy, and pink, and wet and…well, what’s the point? Is there job really just to keep food in our mouths? And the amount of food that rubs against them each and every day!
tongue in. Turn the other. Reminds me of the color of a peach, white, emotional. Part of a face, very intimate.
Lance
the air came through the small hole that she was looking through and brushed lightly on her cheek… she thought too herself that she shouldn’t be looking through the hole, that it might get her into trouble. she didn’t care. she just wanted to know what to do… what to feel. Why was it so hard?
katie
The first time he kissed me, it was on the cheek. Just a gentle touch, barely there. We were giggling about some silly joke or another – I can’t even remember what it was now. And suddenly we stopped, just looking at each other. Then he did it. Lips touched the side of my face, and I could have flown I was so happy.
You were here today and gave me countless of kisses of each cheek.
O fair lover, you do not hesitate to be chivalrous even in love!
Now that you’ve gone off,
My skin remembers your lips-
Your mark remains on my cheek.
I have rosy cheeks. I love wearing blush because I think it brings out my cheek bones. And no, I’m not talking about ass cheeks for your information. That’d be just plain gross. Oh wait…I’m talking about it….
OMGcookie
That little baby, she was so precious, so cute. She knew what to do. She knew what to say. I bent over, and what did she do? She kissed me on my cheek, how precious. How beautiful, she was taught well.
cheek is red and flushed and blushed and freckled and lovely and pale and tan and brown and perfect and acne marred and beautiful and soft and easily brushed and round and apple like and amazing and simply curved
cheek is red and flushed and blushed and freckeld and lovely and pale and tan and brown and perfect and acne marred and beautiful and soft and easily brushed and round and apple like and amazing and simply curved
tongue in cheek? I was never really sure what that means. Does it mean that you take back what you said? I think yo should be able to d that sometimes. People critisize others for being a hyprocrite but theories evolve, people do change!
Morgan
beauty
red
rosy
clear
freckles
mole
kiss
soft
plush
mine
pucker
suck
sour
sweet
plush
Katrina Groth
my cheek hurts from surgery, but i want to kiss you so bad. this ache won’t stop me. i love you so much, and i always will. my cheek will take the pain for you.
Stephanie
that’s all i thought about, his cold, nearly frostbitten cheek, resting on the top of my head. Standing by the fire, i couldn’t think of anything other than our past, the present, and the fires beside us, and the wind whipping around us. It gave hints, and secrets that we couldn’t tell, and it made me want to love him again.
Meg
cheek is a word that can mean a part of a face. it’s the part of the face that contains and restrains the mouth and there-in the voice, it’s not connected to the throat for a reason, because it can contain as many words as it pleases but it cannot contain our breath.
david love
Neji blushed softly, pushing Lee away. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?” Lee purred quietly, leaning back in to nuzzle his fiance’s cheek.
“That. We’re in public.”
“So?” Lee blew a soft raspberry on his neck. “You’re silly.”
i loved the way we would kiss each other on the cheek it gave me a whole bunch of butterflies. i found it way cuter and more special then kissing on the lips hahah i really dont know why. i miss it (: i miss you <3
Jade Calimlim
This is a part of your face. It is also that pretentious word Brits use for being clever and bitchy. I’m pretty sure they use it in Mary Poppins. I think the dad says it to the nanny. Or maybe the nanny to the kids. Whatever, they definitely say “advertisement” really weird in that scene with the kids singing about the nanny they want. Who is, I think, cheeky. But maybe the son’s the cheeky one.
Katy
I kiss the dead man on the cheek as he lay in the coffin. I sob hysterically as my friend leads me away.
“Who is that woman?” I hear them all whisper.
Outside, my tears turn to gales of laughter.
“You’re twisted,” my friend says. “Kissing a dead stranger.”
“Oh, please! I MADE that funeral! They’ll be talking about it for years!”
A kiss. One that is drunken, but appreciated. Gazing into her eyes I knew one thing; that this was wrong. But we both knew it would happen anyway. Sooner or later. Or it was an innocent peck on the cheek.
Kevin Collins
I stared down at the peculiar dish. Pig cheek? The man offering me the plate was a wrinkled man, whose skin was like a leather boot. His greyish beard reflected his age perfectly. I didn’t want to deny his smile, so I plucked the meat from the dish with my fork and bit. It was… delicious. Never deny food.
He had the cheek to tell me that my new haircut suited me. How dare he say such a thing, when he is quite aware that I find him perfectly hideous. With his blushing lips, so red, his blue eyes, and that adorably geeky haircut of his own, so messy and…
she pressed her cheek against the dewy grass, letting the tears mingle with the moist morning ground. She was never sure how to control these moment;s she was crying for nothing, and could only succumb
she pressed her cheek against the dewy grass, letting the tears and early morning moisture mix. She didn’t have any reason to be crying; she rarely ever did. Mostly her emotions took her over, and she was forced to succumb to them, unable to control.
jenny
Cheek to cheek I strolled down the street,
the pavement beneath our feet
was hot
and could fry an egg.
I didn’t care about the heat,
nor the humidity
because you were beside me
and that was enough.
To turn the other would be easy, but why now both? Is ever so much better to get a good one on both than none at all, eh? We do know that a rosy cheek is a happy cheek!
Scott
is part of my body. its on my face. when its cold outside i get rosy cheeks. my grandma sometimes pinches them because im so adorable.
meghan
kisses last only for a moment, but the cheek runs away with the thought of the lips that once gently pressed their prescence on its surface. warm and plump, slightly moist; the feeling stays. stays. stays. stays.
your cheek was next to mine. But now i see you across the room and there might as well be a world between us. that cheek. your cheek. is over there, and i am here and this is where we’ll stay.
Caitlin
He kissed her cheek bidding her farewell as tears welled up in her eyes.
How could they call him to Iraq now with a baby on the way and the house undergoing renovations? She wanted to speak a hundred different words yet remained speechless and felt as if she could barely breathe.
Christine
Hogs cheek, halibut cheeks, best foods, best meats. Butt cheeks the most beautiful cheek there is.
Justin Walker
kissing. my lover’s cheeks are so soft and i wanna kiss.
denakay
The winter makes my cheeks red. I wish I was dead. I hate winter. It’s very cold. Freezing. Icicles. On the roof. Big ones. Like the kind you see in sci-fi movies. Icy. Snow. Snow builds up on the horizon. Ice is cold. It makes roads awful to drive on, nonetheless, I hate winter.
Karen
I used to have a cheek and I lost it. I don’t know what to do about my cheek that is sore. Two cheeks are better than one. I think we should meet cheek to cheek. Be my cheek
student1
You hit me with your best shot
and i always turn the other cheek
in hopes that someday
maybe,
you’ll respond with a kiss.
SameDifference
cheeky monkey. One word. Kiss on the cheek. When we’re dancing cheek to cheek. Rosy red cheeks. Who wears short shorts?
Your fingers brushed my cheek – they’re cold, but I feel warm when they touch me. I guess that must be what love is, feeling warm against even the chilliest touch. I loved your touch.
I think cheeks are disgusting. Fleshy, and pink, and wet and…well, what’s the point? Is there job really just to keep food in our mouths? And the amount of food that rubs against them each and every day!
tongue in. Turn the other. Reminds me of the color of a peach, white, emotional. Part of a face, very intimate.
the air came through the small hole that she was looking through and brushed lightly on her cheek… she thought too herself that she shouldn’t be looking through the hole, that it might get her into trouble. she didn’t care. she just wanted to know what to do… what to feel. Why was it so hard?
The first time he kissed me, it was on the cheek. Just a gentle touch, barely there. We were giggling about some silly joke or another – I can’t even remember what it was now. And suddenly we stopped, just looking at each other. Then he did it. Lips touched the side of my face, and I could have flown I was so happy.
“You know, Dad, you look rather like a transvestite in that apron.”
“WHAT IS THIS CHEEK!?”
to kiss, cheek-to-cheek, pinch, pull, red as it can be. Cheek-e, what a word for someone. Soft against my skin.
the curve of, the pretty dimples in. your cheeks. I am a metaphor. I am a minotaur. I am tongue-in-(your-)cheek.
You were here today and gave me countless of kisses of each cheek.
O fair lover, you do not hesitate to be chivalrous even in love!
Now that you’ve gone off,
My skin remembers your lips-
Your mark remains on my cheek.
I have rosy cheeks. I love wearing blush because I think it brings out my cheek bones. And no, I’m not talking about ass cheeks for your information. That’d be just plain gross. Oh wait…I’m talking about it….
That little baby, she was so precious, so cute. She knew what to do. She knew what to say. I bent over, and what did she do? She kissed me on my cheek, how precious. How beautiful, she was taught well.
cheek is red and flushed and blushed and freckled and lovely and pale and tan and brown and perfect and acne marred and beautiful and soft and easily brushed and round and apple like and amazing and simply curved
cheek is red and flushed and blushed and freckeld and lovely and pale and tan and brown and perfect and acne marred and beautiful and soft and easily brushed and round and apple like and amazing and simply curved
tongue in cheek? I was never really sure what that means. Does it mean that you take back what you said? I think yo should be able to d that sometimes. People critisize others for being a hyprocrite but theories evolve, people do change!
beauty
red
rosy
clear
freckles
mole
kiss
soft
plush
mine
pucker
suck
sour
sweet
plush
my cheek hurts from surgery, but i want to kiss you so bad. this ache won’t stop me. i love you so much, and i always will. my cheek will take the pain for you.
that’s all i thought about, his cold, nearly frostbitten cheek, resting on the top of my head. Standing by the fire, i couldn’t think of anything other than our past, the present, and the fires beside us, and the wind whipping around us. It gave hints, and secrets that we couldn’t tell, and it made me want to love him again.
cheek is a word that can mean a part of a face. it’s the part of the face that contains and restrains the mouth and there-in the voice, it’s not connected to the throat for a reason, because it can contain as many words as it pleases but it cannot contain our breath.
Neji blushed softly, pushing Lee away. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?” Lee purred quietly, leaning back in to nuzzle his fiance’s cheek.
“That. We’re in public.”
“So?” Lee blew a soft raspberry on his neck. “You’re silly.”
i loved the way we would kiss each other on the cheek it gave me a whole bunch of butterflies. i found it way cuter and more special then kissing on the lips hahah i really dont know why. i miss it (: i miss you <3
This is a part of your face. It is also that pretentious word Brits use for being clever and bitchy. I’m pretty sure they use it in Mary Poppins. I think the dad says it to the nanny. Or maybe the nanny to the kids. Whatever, they definitely say “advertisement” really weird in that scene with the kids singing about the nanny they want. Who is, I think, cheeky. But maybe the son’s the cheeky one.
I kiss the dead man on the cheek as he lay in the coffin. I sob hysterically as my friend leads me away.
“Who is that woman?” I hear them all whisper.
Outside, my tears turn to gales of laughter.
“You’re twisted,” my friend says. “Kissing a dead stranger.”
“Oh, please! I MADE that funeral! They’ll be talking about it for years!”
A kiss. One that is drunken, but appreciated. Gazing into her eyes I knew one thing; that this was wrong. But we both knew it would happen anyway. Sooner or later. Or it was an innocent peck on the cheek.
I stared down at the peculiar dish. Pig cheek? The man offering me the plate was a wrinkled man, whose skin was like a leather boot. His greyish beard reflected his age perfectly. I didn’t want to deny his smile, so I plucked the meat from the dish with my fork and bit. It was… delicious. Never deny food.
He had the cheek to tell me that my new haircut suited me. How dare he say such a thing, when he is quite aware that I find him perfectly hideous. With his blushing lips, so red, his blue eyes, and that adorably geeky haircut of his own, so messy and…
Oh dear.
she pressed her cheek against the dewy grass, letting the tears mingle with the moist morning ground. She was never sure how to control these moment;s she was crying for nothing, and could only succumb
she pressed her cheek against the dewy grass, letting the tears and early morning moisture mix. She didn’t have any reason to be crying; she rarely ever did. Mostly her emotions took her over, and she was forced to succumb to them, unable to control.
Cheek to cheek I strolled down the street,
the pavement beneath our feet
was hot
and could fry an egg.
I didn’t care about the heat,
nor the humidity
because you were beside me
and that was enough.
place a kiss upon a cheek.
To turn the other would be easy, but why now both? Is ever so much better to get a good one on both than none at all, eh? We do know that a rosy cheek is a happy cheek!
is part of my body. its on my face. when its cold outside i get rosy cheeks. my grandma sometimes pinches them because im so adorable.
kisses last only for a moment, but the cheek runs away with the thought of the lips that once gently pressed their prescence on its surface. warm and plump, slightly moist; the feeling stays. stays. stays. stays.
your cheek was next to mine. But now i see you across the room and there might as well be a world between us. that cheek. your cheek. is over there, and i am here and this is where we’ll stay.
He kissed her cheek bidding her farewell as tears welled up in her eyes.
How could they call him to Iraq now with a baby on the way and the house undergoing renovations? She wanted to speak a hundred different words yet remained speechless and felt as if she could barely breathe.
Hogs cheek, halibut cheeks, best foods, best meats. Butt cheeks the most beautiful cheek there is.
kissing. my lover’s cheeks are so soft and i wanna kiss.
The winter makes my cheeks red. I wish I was dead. I hate winter. It’s very cold. Freezing. Icicles. On the roof. Big ones. Like the kind you see in sci-fi movies. Icy. Snow. Snow builds up on the horizon. Ice is cold. It makes roads awful to drive on, nonetheless, I hate winter.
I used to have a cheek and I lost it. I don’t know what to do about my cheek that is sore. Two cheeks are better than one. I think we should meet cheek to cheek. Be my cheek
You hit me with your best shot
and i always turn the other cheek
in hopes that someday
maybe,
you’ll respond with a kiss.
cheeky monkey. One word. Kiss on the cheek. When we’re dancing cheek to cheek. Rosy red cheeks. Who wears short shorts?