Green and living jewels drip into my eyes" from the poem "All Green and Living Things" in the book "Terra Affirmative
Want? Yes, she whispered, her eyes sliding closed. Yes I want to keep you more than I want to breathe.
Perception in the eye of vengeance becomes blurred. Ren was in need of a slap on the face, but I knew what was coming and that it would do the job properly.
When our eyes made contact it was like being slapped, I just wanted to recoil
Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?
Noah gave an exaggerated eye roll. “Just out of curiosity, is this the stupidest thing you’ve ever done?” “It wouldn’t be fair to rank them.” Caleb gunned the engine.
Such a dark green, his eyes. They reminded her of the forest, of all the dangers lying dormant behind that verdant cloak of leaves.
And stop with the playboy title. I simply enjoy the company of beautiful women and ( . )( . ) and (_Y_) That’s tits & ass to the untrained eye. :D
The darkness has ink eyes, and if you stare long enough, you’re going to see it blink black. That’s the moment to start writing.
I like undressing women with my eyes, but I just can’t quite figure out how to unstrap their bras with my eyelids.
...so i will greet you in a way all loved things are meant to be greeted with a tear in my heart and a poem in my eye.
Heartbroken men are like wild animals, running around with hysteria in their eyes, desperately trying to knock the dents out of their egos.
I was born with a lazy eye. It didn’t define me as a person. It did, however, define me as a voyeur.
If all the seven stones were laid out before me now, I should shut my eyes and put my hands in my pockets.
Then holding the star aloft and the bright sword advanced, Frodo, hobbit of the Shire, walked steadily down to meet the eyes.
He can’t take his eyes off the stars, but I can’t take mine off his face."” - Jubilee Chase (This Shattered World)
Don’t you ever cry again, Miss Zarish,” he said in a strict but mild tone. “I would rather die than see tears in your eyes.
To a teacher of languages there comes a time when the world is but a place of many words and man appears a mere talking animal not much more wonderful than a parrot.
You became the sonnet that was etched in my minds eye. Existing outside the dreams we shared in the presence of our eternal love.
The dog looked up in entreaty. Liquid brown eyes begged: Take me with you. I’ll be good. Oh, the lies that dogs told.
My own eyes try to sleep, but they don't. They stay wide awake as time snarls forward and silence drops down, like measured thought.
