I hate the word gentle, it reminds me of finger tips and eye lashes, and your breath on both.
And it reminds me that even gentle things can be a little rough.
Taylor
gentle is a sort of language i think. gentle is kind, caring. it happens when most afraid, when most loving. gentleness…is one of the best actions to receive, because it speaks of love. i have gotten gentle from people but also from animals, from a horse who decided to trust me, and trust conveyed through gentleness makes life worth living.
alyssa
i hope he will be. i hope he soothes me. but not too much so. a little rough is always good. i hope. i hope.
sigrid
The night was gentle, everything about this night was gentle, the waves, the moon, the wind on the grasses and the scent of the roses in full bloom. The sigh of her lover in the night was as soft as down on the wind. She couldn’t wish for anything more than this.
Madness
He gently caressed my cheek, leaning forward and planting a kiss on my lips. I wrapped my arms around his torso, breathing in his deep, musky scent.
K
Gentle is the air in autumn, when the slanted light overshoots the branches of the just-summered trees. The wind, too, can be a kiss and our memories are momently turned to kind thoughts, a time of little care when we can be at peace. Soon the winter ice will prick our soul, reminding us of the userous tax that time will take. Can we not capture this autumn light and time, the wind and the moment of peace? Peace.
Ron
I am very gentle. I like people who are. I am that kind of person and have that kind of persona about me. God is gentle.
Emmanuel
I find him so gentle, so nice, so compassionate, and all I want is to spend more time with him. One more week isn’t enough. Where can I find the energy to give up something that has struck both of us so stupid? We can’t imagine what we’ll do to find other mates after experiencing this, but can’t see staying together through the distance.
k8
i am the eggman, they are the eggmen, i am the walrus kookookajoob
mr. city policeman
lambs are gental kinda no ummm clouds! deffinatly yea! ummm cigs not soo gental… the waves gentally washed ashore!
Kaydence
was supposed to way I approached her. honest, understanding and sweet. But when the words came out all I felt was heat. Burning anger poured out of my lips from the depths of me, happy to be free at last. She cried and said she understood. She then left and shut the door gently.
o
Some part of me is slowly and surely being torn away
Anna
a touch upon the face
a breath in the ear
a smile so soft it sings like birds in a meadow
i look up and see the dark cloud obscured sun
shining down upon my world of blue
my gaze follows the path of rainbow’d rain drops falling
and i think of when i was happy and you were here.
Nico
there’s nothing gentle about what i feel for her
i want to rip her heart to shreds, i want to pick her eyes out with my fingers, i want to tear at her stomach and drag out everything inside of her and say, look, you’re human just like me, so why don’t you hurt like i do?
i love her so much but i want to ruin her so bad
i want her to be like me
maybe then she’ll love me too
krista
Love is gentle–God is gentle. How good of Him to allow His justice and holiness to be tempered by His gentleness. His gentleness enables my own and I must listen to it always.
Shaunie Friday
he was gentle in his touch, never once letting his fingers pass over normal skin. he danced around my scars, letting me know he felt the pain i had felt. the wounds were still hot on my heart, but he helped melt them. His touch was heaven.
Attika
I am gentle. I always have been, and it explains why I am going to be a nurse. I have also always been attracted to people who are gentle. I tend to like the passive type, the ones who are calm.
jillian
Gentle reminds me of mothers and children, the soft caress of a lover. It is something I seldom espouse, my nature being too tempestuous to be called “gentle”. I fear that I am far too impassioned to be thought of as gentle and sweet. Sometimes it seems a deficiency in my character, but I think I would rather be passionate than gentle, no matter how endearing the latter may be and how distasteful the former.
Julie
Her hand on my back was as gentle as the cool breeze, spreading over my skin like endless waves against the shore. She whispered into my ear; I didn’t hear what was said, but I knew instantly what she meant.
James Andresen
As he gently touched my thigh.. I lighly let out a moan. He moved his mouth touching me gently down my neck and slightly nibbling. He slowly put his hand on my stomach and reached up my shirt.. I felt a light pinch. The wire was in place.
Abby
he will be. but will i like it? do i want that treatment? do i want to be the fucked up girl? i notice when i’m treated with carefulness, as if i’m broken. it’s supposed to be genuine, but it’s obvious. I will not break. Treat me like I’m real.
Sigrid
A gentle breeze tickled the stray hairs arouond her face. The cool air was a relief from the harsh heat of August.
Patti
Her touch is gentle, like her heart. Her features are gentle and remind me of a soft billowing of waves cresting upon the seashore, quietly whispering to me of things beautiful and wondrous. She is beautiful. She is wondrous to behold.
Brian
soft clean clothes kiss love caress stroke welcoming close panda kitten cute small forgiving
Par
my great grandmother’s hands as she held my baby brother for the first time 22 years ago.
Sofia Masri
gentle as a giant, although this would be difficult to do being that you are a giant. what you may think is gentle, or how you try to be gentle (as a giant that is), does not seem like it would come natural. gentle by nature- i believe everyone to be gentle, but having negative experiences may make you lacking gentility…if that’s even a word.
kristin
soft caring carful cautious
liz
Gentle waves flowed onto the beach as the tide poured in. The waves gently flowed over the sand, gently spreading it around the beach. The wind gently blew the remaining dry sand into the sea.
Margaret
caress. ur face. your love. our touch. soothes me. always. soft. tender. pure and simple. wonderful.
happy mothers and warmth. christmas, autumn. parties of family and thansgiving. i guess this is the essence of family accord? that’s what i think. gently… kittens….. puppies… baked bread… fire in winter.
Caroline
gentlemen of the 18th century in France possessed were gentle in their approach and rough in their ways
cww
Gentle is a loving hand
Gentle is the way you treat a fragile heart
Gentle is kind
Gentle is the way to be to such people that are breakable.
Gentle is not always efficient.
Cari
gently, softly, the warm winds rose from the depths of the ocean, and traveled quietly, swiftly, across the skies. they landed gently, softly, on my brow as i lay in peaceful rest. a rustle of the low-hanging curtains, and my lids fluttered into reality, assisted by the glow of the morning star. and, as the abstract faded away, overtaken by the acute senses of my being, the warm winds left, quietly, softly, as quickly as they had come, back into the open air, back to the depths of the deep blue.
won
I used to play this game with my mom when I was younger. She thought I played to rough so she would say to me, ” Emily, this is easy” and she’d rubbed my face or pet my head, and then she would say “This is rough” and ruffle my hair poke my sides. I always skipped the easy part, I still loved the rough haha. So, it didn’t really solve my problem of being a ‘rough’ child
Emily
gentle, the man I want him to be.
strong and feirce he has to be… held by strangers in far off places, scared by the mess created for him
gentle, is to me.
Dede
There once was a gentle bear. He did not have any other bear friends because they all made fun of him for being gentle. He was very sad and didn’t understand why he wasn’t like other bears. So one day he decided to travel outside of his woods. He found a clearing and decided to walk into the bright sunlight to see what he could find.
Megan
She is cautious, predictable, comfortable as an old hat. And I watch her when she does not know that she is seen. How she scratches the small of her back, adjusts her pants. The hem is too long. The edge drags the ground when she stands. She is perfection, imperfect
Robert Benson
Soft sweeping motions are what I crave most. I don’t know why this has been so hard to attain in my short life. A warm embrace and caress needs to happen so I will not lose my sanity.
Sascha
Teddy bears are very gentle. As well as blankets. The kind of blankets you had when you were a kid, though. No matter what happened, even if you fell on your head or scraped up your knee you could always count on the gentle comfort of your teddy bear or blanket. Wouldn’t it be nice to have the comfort, from someone or something, today?
I hate the word gentle, it reminds me of finger tips and eye lashes, and your breath on both.
And it reminds me that even gentle things can be a little rough.
gentle is a sort of language i think. gentle is kind, caring. it happens when most afraid, when most loving. gentleness…is one of the best actions to receive, because it speaks of love. i have gotten gentle from people but also from animals, from a horse who decided to trust me, and trust conveyed through gentleness makes life worth living.
i hope he will be. i hope he soothes me. but not too much so. a little rough is always good. i hope. i hope.
The night was gentle, everything about this night was gentle, the waves, the moon, the wind on the grasses and the scent of the roses in full bloom. The sigh of her lover in the night was as soft as down on the wind. She couldn’t wish for anything more than this.
He gently caressed my cheek, leaning forward and planting a kiss on my lips. I wrapped my arms around his torso, breathing in his deep, musky scent.
Gentle is the air in autumn, when the slanted light overshoots the branches of the just-summered trees. The wind, too, can be a kiss and our memories are momently turned to kind thoughts, a time of little care when we can be at peace. Soon the winter ice will prick our soul, reminding us of the userous tax that time will take. Can we not capture this autumn light and time, the wind and the moment of peace? Peace.
I am very gentle. I like people who are. I am that kind of person and have that kind of persona about me. God is gentle.
I find him so gentle, so nice, so compassionate, and all I want is to spend more time with him. One more week isn’t enough. Where can I find the energy to give up something that has struck both of us so stupid? We can’t imagine what we’ll do to find other mates after experiencing this, but can’t see staying together through the distance.
i am the eggman, they are the eggmen, i am the walrus kookookajoob
lambs are gental kinda no ummm clouds! deffinatly yea! ummm cigs not soo gental… the waves gentally washed ashore!
was supposed to way I approached her. honest, understanding and sweet. But when the words came out all I felt was heat. Burning anger poured out of my lips from the depths of me, happy to be free at last. She cried and said she understood. She then left and shut the door gently.
Some part of me is slowly and surely being torn away
a touch upon the face
a breath in the ear
a smile so soft it sings like birds in a meadow
i look up and see the dark cloud obscured sun
shining down upon my world of blue
my gaze follows the path of rainbow’d rain drops falling
and i think of when i was happy and you were here.
there’s nothing gentle about what i feel for her
i want to rip her heart to shreds, i want to pick her eyes out with my fingers, i want to tear at her stomach and drag out everything inside of her and say, look, you’re human just like me, so why don’t you hurt like i do?
i love her so much but i want to ruin her so bad
i want her to be like me
maybe then she’ll love me too
Love is gentle–God is gentle. How good of Him to allow His justice and holiness to be tempered by His gentleness. His gentleness enables my own and I must listen to it always.
he was gentle in his touch, never once letting his fingers pass over normal skin. he danced around my scars, letting me know he felt the pain i had felt. the wounds were still hot on my heart, but he helped melt them. His touch was heaven.
I am gentle. I always have been, and it explains why I am going to be a nurse. I have also always been attracted to people who are gentle. I tend to like the passive type, the ones who are calm.
Gentle reminds me of mothers and children, the soft caress of a lover. It is something I seldom espouse, my nature being too tempestuous to be called “gentle”. I fear that I am far too impassioned to be thought of as gentle and sweet. Sometimes it seems a deficiency in my character, but I think I would rather be passionate than gentle, no matter how endearing the latter may be and how distasteful the former.
Her hand on my back was as gentle as the cool breeze, spreading over my skin like endless waves against the shore. She whispered into my ear; I didn’t hear what was said, but I knew instantly what she meant.
As he gently touched my thigh.. I lighly let out a moan. He moved his mouth touching me gently down my neck and slightly nibbling. He slowly put his hand on my stomach and reached up my shirt.. I felt a light pinch. The wire was in place.
he will be. but will i like it? do i want that treatment? do i want to be the fucked up girl? i notice when i’m treated with carefulness, as if i’m broken. it’s supposed to be genuine, but it’s obvious. I will not break. Treat me like I’m real.
A gentle breeze tickled the stray hairs arouond her face. The cool air was a relief from the harsh heat of August.
Her touch is gentle, like her heart. Her features are gentle and remind me of a soft billowing of waves cresting upon the seashore, quietly whispering to me of things beautiful and wondrous. She is beautiful. She is wondrous to behold.
soft clean clothes kiss love caress stroke welcoming close panda kitten cute small forgiving
my great grandmother’s hands as she held my baby brother for the first time 22 years ago.
gentle as a giant, although this would be difficult to do being that you are a giant. what you may think is gentle, or how you try to be gentle (as a giant that is), does not seem like it would come natural. gentle by nature- i believe everyone to be gentle, but having negative experiences may make you lacking gentility…if that’s even a word.
soft caring carful cautious
Gentle waves flowed onto the beach as the tide poured in. The waves gently flowed over the sand, gently spreading it around the beach. The wind gently blew the remaining dry sand into the sea.
caress. ur face. your love. our touch. soothes me. always. soft. tender. pure and simple. wonderful.
loving kind sweet caring nice summer springtime puppies kittens butterflies nighttime candy music mothers fathers brothers sisters friends lovers love bestfriends dancing singing running jumping
happy mothers and warmth. christmas, autumn. parties of family and thansgiving. i guess this is the essence of family accord? that’s what i think. gently… kittens….. puppies… baked bread… fire in winter.
gentlemen of the 18th century in France possessed were gentle in their approach and rough in their ways
Gentle is a loving hand
Gentle is the way you treat a fragile heart
Gentle is kind
Gentle is the way to be to such people that are breakable.
Gentle is not always efficient.
gently, softly, the warm winds rose from the depths of the ocean, and traveled quietly, swiftly, across the skies. they landed gently, softly, on my brow as i lay in peaceful rest. a rustle of the low-hanging curtains, and my lids fluttered into reality, assisted by the glow of the morning star. and, as the abstract faded away, overtaken by the acute senses of my being, the warm winds left, quietly, softly, as quickly as they had come, back into the open air, back to the depths of the deep blue.
I used to play this game with my mom when I was younger. She thought I played to rough so she would say to me, ” Emily, this is easy” and she’d rubbed my face or pet my head, and then she would say “This is rough” and ruffle my hair poke my sides. I always skipped the easy part, I still loved the rough haha. So, it didn’t really solve my problem of being a ‘rough’ child
gentle, the man I want him to be.
strong and feirce he has to be… held by strangers in far off places, scared by the mess created for him
gentle, is to me.
There once was a gentle bear. He did not have any other bear friends because they all made fun of him for being gentle. He was very sad and didn’t understand why he wasn’t like other bears. So one day he decided to travel outside of his woods. He found a clearing and decided to walk into the bright sunlight to see what he could find.
She is cautious, predictable, comfortable as an old hat. And I watch her when she does not know that she is seen. How she scratches the small of her back, adjusts her pants. The hem is too long. The edge drags the ground when she stands. She is perfection, imperfect
Soft sweeping motions are what I crave most. I don’t know why this has been so hard to attain in my short life. A warm embrace and caress needs to happen so I will not lose my sanity.
Teddy bears are very gentle. As well as blankets. The kind of blankets you had when you were a kid, though. No matter what happened, even if you fell on your head or scraped up your knee you could always count on the gentle comfort of your teddy bear or blanket. Wouldn’t it be nice to have the comfort, from someone or something, today?