is your mouth
were all the nights in your arms
is a cherry and strawberry
is the day we will meet again
is your last words
is you and me
is the dream of you
is the rain
Diego
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alyssa
lovely and delicate, too delicate for anyone to touch. inconceivably nice. almost uncomfortable, like the room your parents never let you go in when you were a kid.
Emily
His. Face. I adore every single line and wrinkle. As i look upon the exquisite lines that frame his smile I see a trail following every lovely memory of each laugh we’ve shared together. nostalgia. I adore that smile.
very proper sounding word describing something enjoyable today my lunch was exquisite at that new restaurant
emily
Something exquisite is certainly something to behold. What I am sort of watching right now, COD, is not one of those exquisite things. Maybe if classical music were playing during it could be exquisite, but that would be the music itself and not the game. Art can be exquisite. and love also is.
Emily
His face. The divine detail in every line and wrinkle. Each gaze i cast upon it is exquisite. The deep smile lines along the sides of that darling mouth are traced like roads down the nostalgic memories of each laugh we’ve had together.
sarah rose
the most exquisite thing ive ever seen has been the giant castle looming in the distance. the elaborate cupolas and swaying flags of royal purple drew me in; up the the decorated draw bridge masked in swirling gold decorations around the ornate cherry wood double doors.
sarah rose
Your face.
Your eyes.
Your smile.
Everything about you.
I love every exquisite detail about you.
Secret Admirer ;)
Fancy word. Used by interior decorators . Unless you are slumming it.
marylee
I stare at his face everyday and think, “How beautiful.” And I look at his exquisite features and wonder how anyone else can think he’s less than perfect. But maybe it’s because I’ve grown to love him, over the course of years, that he can be perfect.
Her hair was so very beautiful, falling down past her knees, all the way down to her ankles. It was silver white, just barely wavy, and glistening with shiny magic. I knew she was magical, but it took me even longer to find out that she was exactly what I thought… A unicorn, trapped in a human body. I couldn’t imagine what the feeling must be like. So exquisitely trapped.
The feeling in the morning I wish I had chance to experience. Everything I think about my family and loved ones. Everything I strive to be. The description I would never use for myself. What I want to be.
Madeleine
your mind is an exquisite piece of art. the delicacy of your intricate thoughts wrap around my body, puling it close to yours. you, are exquisite.
i think that the most exquisite idea that i can possibly imagine is a day out in the sunshine. in the middle of a wide open field full of daisies, in a cotton white sundress, holding hands with the man i love while he sings me a song about happiness. and that would be the most exquisite day.
Nicole
those tiny arms that reach for me, that smile that says “I love you,” that content look when I hold you in my lap. So innocent, so exquisite., so beautiful
Martha
it was beautiful. a site. I had never seen anything quite like it. A feeling. Something glorious and earth-shattering that can’t even be explained properly. Only felt and seen. You can’t know until you’ve experienced.
CMarie
the way you dress. everything you say. i am captivated by how exquisite you are. your style is a style like no other. i want to make you feel this way. i want to feel this way because of you. i want you to be with me. be exquisite with me.
Mike Collier
i’m instantly attracted to exquisite people. you can just tell, right away, you know? i will do whatever it takes to learn where it come from in them, because there’s always a story behind it.
olivia englehart
the beauty startles me as i step into the sunny morning. i hear the birds and she steps into my view. theres nothing more perfect, more exquisite than this moment. its never to be forgotten. her little hand takes mine and we walk up the three long flights of stairs to the balcony and look down below to the children playing beneath. Ling, my little orphan girl-given by God.
beautyinthestars
Country music, bonfires, late nights under the stars outside. Riding around in the middle seat of a truck with a good ole boy drivin through the back roads. Mountains surround us, forrest swallows us. Or saves us. The world was meant to be green, just remember that. Green and exquisite.
Mustang Sally
Exquisite has a flavor, distinct as it rolls off the tongue. There’s no word quite like it, it’s syllables twisting and interacting with your mouth like lovers during sex. A hot passionate french sex.
darren
Exquisite, its all falling into place! Hah everything, well hopefully. I guess i just needed to wait out this streak of bad luck.
Mycroft stood from John’s armchair as he prepared himself to leave, confident that he had Sherlock’s assitance. As a final gratuity for cooperation, he reached into his coat pocket and slid out a glossy piece of paper, holding a gentle crease down its middle as he handed it out to his younger brother. “It’s a voucher for two,” he explained, “It covers three courses plus drinks, but expires before I’ll have an opening to use it.” He smiled grimly as Sherlock gingerly plucked it from his grasp. “Now that you and John are running on nearly the same schedule, I’m sure you’ll find time to make a visit.”
Sherlock examimed the voucher, unfamiliar with the address. “What sort of cuisine,” he sighed, tired of Mycroft’s bribery.
“Oh, the finest, a wonderful selection of French and German. We enjoyed it immensely, and the dessert choices were exquisite.” Mycroft almost seemed to relax his guard, lost in the fond memory of a perfectly-moist black forest cake.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow. “We?” He smirked, “Don’t tell me you’ve taken to using the royal we, who were you with?”
Mycroft turned with a near-imperceptible flush and started down the stairs. “The company I keep no longer concerns you,” he lied. Sherlock didn’t need to know that Greg had enjoyed the cake as well.
i see her, walking down the isle. I can’t imaging this day has come. I’ve known her since we were in diapers, and to see her in that white dress. Exquisite. I understand now why we were created. Why God put us on this earth.
Sarah-Anne
The day was exquisite. She couldn’t imagine a more perfect way to spend their anniversary. The sun was shining so bright on the waves she had to squint to look out over the ocean
The fallen tree echoed through his subconcious. Life’s mistakes were taking their toll on body and spirit.
Kristine
Her golden locks were tied in a lose bun, rebellious strands curling down her neck. She was framed by a window which tenderly caught her reflection. She had ivory skin and emerald eyes framed by thick lashes. Her small, pink lips were curved upwards. Her laugh was like birdsong: fresh and sweet.
fine elegant happy tasty fancy flowing irresistable lovely compatable high class quality. a goofy lady with fancy hair tasting a well prepared meal. pinkies up! pearls dresses boots heals 1800’s absolutly wonderful. marvelous. joyous. profession.
lauren
You breathe
The way the sun
Pours itself over
My skin
And
I feel you
In my pores,
Exquisite
Life,
Stars in your eyes,
But you are
Not mine
To keep.
Katniss
Exquisitely decorated. Exquisitely robed. Exquisitely attended.
The wedding was just perfect. The only thing that went wrong is that the bride didn’t show up.
She didn’t show up because she had died; died while running away from the church with her one true love. The groom had no idea.
exquisite taste, peculiar waist. time dont waste for exquisite itll be too late. best of all worlds, exquisite girl.
slink pegram
She was exquisite. The eyes I had gazed into that morning lingered throughout my mind during the entire day. I couldn’t concentrate. What had she done that had so captivated my attention, rendering almost incapable of speaking in her presence? She was lovely, like a newly furnished china teacup without a single scratch. Pure and untainted.
Exquisite. That’s what he was to her. The way he smiled, the way he made her laugh, and the way he acted. He was simply exquisite. He was smart, funny, charming, and amazing.
That’s why she liked him. One word to describe him? Exquisite. He didn’t need to do anything fancy for her. It was undeniable that she liked him. He knew, she knew, and almost everyone knew.
All she wanted to do was to make this exquisite boy happy. It was that simple.
just nothing like it, positive reggae on a beautiful beach
Q smiff
something really fancy and excellent. when food is really delicious. the word rich people comes to mind when thinking of this word. something amazing that makes you tingle
gig
beauty. beautifly dressed, impecible women. also really good looking bud. nothing is better than beautiful weed and women. beer too. a really nice beer is always good. yeah. that’s my soapbox!
Oh. and proper-ness. like a nice garden party or something. with different cheese plates and things like that.
exquisite. the feel of his tongue running down my bronze skin. his breath coating my entire being with ecstasy. delicious. sinful.
is your mouth
were all the nights in your arms
is a cherry and strawberry
is the day we will meet again
is your last words
is you and me
is the dream of you
is the rain
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lovely and delicate, too delicate for anyone to touch. inconceivably nice. almost uncomfortable, like the room your parents never let you go in when you were a kid.
His. Face. I adore every single line and wrinkle. As i look upon the exquisite lines that frame his smile I see a trail following every lovely memory of each laugh we’ve shared together. nostalgia. I adore that smile.
very proper sounding word describing something enjoyable today my lunch was exquisite at that new restaurant
Something exquisite is certainly something to behold. What I am sort of watching right now, COD, is not one of those exquisite things. Maybe if classical music were playing during it could be exquisite, but that would be the music itself and not the game. Art can be exquisite. and love also is.
His face. The divine detail in every line and wrinkle. Each gaze i cast upon it is exquisite. The deep smile lines along the sides of that darling mouth are traced like roads down the nostalgic memories of each laugh we’ve had together.
the most exquisite thing ive ever seen has been the giant castle looming in the distance. the elaborate cupolas and swaying flags of royal purple drew me in; up the the decorated draw bridge masked in swirling gold decorations around the ornate cherry wood double doors.
Your face.
Your eyes.
Your smile.
Everything about you.
I love every exquisite detail about you.
Fancy word. Used by interior decorators . Unless you are slumming it.
I stare at his face everyday and think, “How beautiful.” And I look at his exquisite features and wonder how anyone else can think he’s less than perfect. But maybe it’s because I’ve grown to love him, over the course of years, that he can be perfect.
Her hair was so very beautiful, falling down past her knees, all the way down to her ankles. It was silver white, just barely wavy, and glistening with shiny magic. I knew she was magical, but it took me even longer to find out that she was exactly what I thought… A unicorn, trapped in a human body. I couldn’t imagine what the feeling must be like. So exquisitely trapped.
oh fun. enter. exit. spotlight. tea andres is not my name. andrew! IS incredibly sexy. and he’s wearin glgasses. oops. ice what? no. oh am i?
That movie was just exquisite. It was just like the book and I am completely Team Peeta. Although, Gale is gorgeous. I can’t wait for the next one!
The feeling in the morning I wish I had chance to experience. Everything I think about my family and loved ones. Everything I strive to be. The description I would never use for myself. What I want to be.
your mind is an exquisite piece of art. the delicacy of your intricate thoughts wrap around my body, puling it close to yours. you, are exquisite.
i think that the most exquisite idea that i can possibly imagine is a day out in the sunshine. in the middle of a wide open field full of daisies, in a cotton white sundress, holding hands with the man i love while he sings me a song about happiness. and that would be the most exquisite day.
those tiny arms that reach for me, that smile that says “I love you,” that content look when I hold you in my lap. So innocent, so exquisite., so beautiful
it was beautiful. a site. I had never seen anything quite like it. A feeling. Something glorious and earth-shattering that can’t even be explained properly. Only felt and seen. You can’t know until you’ve experienced.
the way you dress. everything you say. i am captivated by how exquisite you are. your style is a style like no other. i want to make you feel this way. i want to feel this way because of you. i want you to be with me. be exquisite with me.
i’m instantly attracted to exquisite people. you can just tell, right away, you know? i will do whatever it takes to learn where it come from in them, because there’s always a story behind it.
the beauty startles me as i step into the sunny morning. i hear the birds and she steps into my view. theres nothing more perfect, more exquisite than this moment. its never to be forgotten. her little hand takes mine and we walk up the three long flights of stairs to the balcony and look down below to the children playing beneath. Ling, my little orphan girl-given by God.
Country music, bonfires, late nights under the stars outside. Riding around in the middle seat of a truck with a good ole boy drivin through the back roads. Mountains surround us, forrest swallows us. Or saves us. The world was meant to be green, just remember that. Green and exquisite.
Exquisite has a flavor, distinct as it rolls off the tongue. There’s no word quite like it, it’s syllables twisting and interacting with your mouth like lovers during sex. A hot passionate french sex.
Exquisite, its all falling into place! Hah everything, well hopefully. I guess i just needed to wait out this streak of bad luck.
Mycroft stood from John’s armchair as he prepared himself to leave, confident that he had Sherlock’s assitance. As a final gratuity for cooperation, he reached into his coat pocket and slid out a glossy piece of paper, holding a gentle crease down its middle as he handed it out to his younger brother. “It’s a voucher for two,” he explained, “It covers three courses plus drinks, but expires before I’ll have an opening to use it.” He smiled grimly as Sherlock gingerly plucked it from his grasp. “Now that you and John are running on nearly the same schedule, I’m sure you’ll find time to make a visit.”
Sherlock examimed the voucher, unfamiliar with the address. “What sort of cuisine,” he sighed, tired of Mycroft’s bribery.
“Oh, the finest, a wonderful selection of French and German. We enjoyed it immensely, and the dessert choices were exquisite.” Mycroft almost seemed to relax his guard, lost in the fond memory of a perfectly-moist black forest cake.
Sherlock raised an eyebrow. “We?” He smirked, “Don’t tell me you’ve taken to using the royal we, who were you with?”
Mycroft turned with a near-imperceptible flush and started down the stairs. “The company I keep no longer concerns you,” he lied. Sherlock didn’t need to know that Greg had enjoyed the cake as well.
i see her, walking down the isle. I can’t imaging this day has come. I’ve known her since we were in diapers, and to see her in that white dress. Exquisite. I understand now why we were created. Why God put us on this earth.
The day was exquisite. She couldn’t imagine a more perfect way to spend their anniversary. The sun was shining so bright on the waves she had to squint to look out over the ocean
The fallen tree echoed through his subconcious. Life’s mistakes were taking their toll on body and spirit.
Her golden locks were tied in a lose bun, rebellious strands curling down her neck. She was framed by a window which tenderly caught her reflection. She had ivory skin and emerald eyes framed by thick lashes. Her small, pink lips were curved upwards. Her laugh was like birdsong: fresh and sweet.
fine elegant happy tasty fancy flowing irresistable lovely compatable high class quality. a goofy lady with fancy hair tasting a well prepared meal. pinkies up! pearls dresses boots heals 1800’s absolutly wonderful. marvelous. joyous. profession.
You breathe
The way the sun
Pours itself over
My skin
And
I feel you
In my pores,
Exquisite
Life,
Stars in your eyes,
But you are
Not mine
To keep.
Exquisitely decorated. Exquisitely robed. Exquisitely attended.
The wedding was just perfect. The only thing that went wrong is that the bride didn’t show up.
She didn’t show up because she had died; died while running away from the church with her one true love. The groom had no idea.
exquisite taste, peculiar waist. time dont waste for exquisite itll be too late. best of all worlds, exquisite girl.
She was exquisite. The eyes I had gazed into that morning lingered throughout my mind during the entire day. I couldn’t concentrate. What had she done that had so captivated my attention, rendering almost incapable of speaking in her presence? She was lovely, like a newly furnished china teacup without a single scratch. Pure and untainted.
Exquisite. That’s what he was to her. The way he smiled, the way he made her laugh, and the way he acted. He was simply exquisite. He was smart, funny, charming, and amazing.
That’s why she liked him. One word to describe him? Exquisite. He didn’t need to do anything fancy for her. It was undeniable that she liked him. He knew, she knew, and almost everyone knew.
All she wanted to do was to make this exquisite boy happy. It was that simple.
just nothing like it, positive reggae on a beautiful beach
something really fancy and excellent. when food is really delicious. the word rich people comes to mind when thinking of this word. something amazing that makes you tingle
beauty. beautifly dressed, impecible women. also really good looking bud. nothing is better than beautiful weed and women. beer too. a really nice beer is always good. yeah. that’s my soapbox!
Oh. and proper-ness. like a nice garden party or something. with different cheese plates and things like that.