Her legs in a cage
because they can’t be shaved like a normal feminata
would, with a long razor cutcutcut as it scrapes it’s way up her leg;
no
can’t do that, or the blood wells up to the skin, angry and welting
and she screams,
I’ll never be normal if I can’t shave me legs.
I long to be captivated. It’s what I follow, my unending journey to find something that captivates me. Inspires me. That draws me into a world of it. Blocking out problems, and pain.
Medea’s stare captivated me. I couldn’t look away. Then I shook my head. No. Not now. I couldn’t think of something like that. Like her. It wasn’t possible. There were far more important things to consider; to thing about. Her glare snapped me out of it.
She looked away at last, her young mind and eye both captivated by the heady combination of dancing lights and sparkling stars. And, though I was loathe to miss the precious innocence of her unbridled enthusiasm, my duties beckoned ever louder and, with resignation weighting my every action, I forced myself to tune out her squeals of delight and focus on the dangers my advisers spoke of.
Laura was one of those girls. A stunning knockout that could captivate the eyes of everyone in the room, regardless of their sexual preference. Beautiful, intelligent, and kind, Laura was everything everyone ever wanted to be, everything everyone wanted to have.
Laura was one of those girls. A stunning knockout that could captivate the eyes of everyone in the room, regardless of their sexual preference. Beautiful, intelligent, and kind, Laura was everything everyone ever wanted to be, everything everyone wanted to have.
Laura was one of those girls. A stunning knockout that could captivate the eyes of everyone in the room, regardless of their sexual preference. Beautiful, intelligent, and kind, Laura was everything everyone ever wanted to be, everything everyone wanted to have.
The child looked down. Her eyes were a captivating ocean wave blue, her hair more blonde than I have ever seen. She looked up with a tear in her eye, and nodded sadly.
She captivated her audience with the sultry tones in her voice and the wickedly sensuous look in her eye. The men would oogle and aww at her sheerly covered breasts while they had thoughts of touching themselves to her. They were utterly captivated.
The way that the ocean breeze captivates me never fails to astonish. Think of it; stripped of context, said air currents are nothing more than that. Waves of energy made noticeable by the undulation of molecules, imbued with the brine of hundreds of millions of years.
She sat at the other end of the table. She was beautiful; the kind of girl you’d expect to see in a modeling magazine. I couldn’t really explain how I felt. I felt confused. How did I end up with her? I was captivated by her.
captivate cleanly porridge bowl blues. sweet little girl stirring the oats, occasionally tepid, served soggy, pools from the spoon pattering the table top. thinking of eggs, egg sandwich with cheese. anything at all but oats and water, unsalted.
The little girl on the street looked at me. The blue in her eyes captivated me. The color of my skin captivated her; and for one moment, social structure ceased to exist.
This word can mean so many things. Initially I think of captivating ones imagination. I think the word captivate also kinda pertain to ones attention span… Mine in particular is captivated by beautful women. Some are captivated by other things..but for me, it’s nice looking women.
To point the lens of a camera to the audience that knows you’re there, there are, most times, two distinct reactions. One is to shy away, hide. Those are the camera shy. Two is to smile, attract the attention of the photographer, get you to take their picture. Those are the shameless. That, of course, is an overgeneralisation, but it serves its purpose here.
You see, for they are not playing their part. They must be the captive audience, which they are not. They break the illusion as soon as you point your lens at them, as if they have no role to play, do not know how to fool the seers of a still photo that they are the perfect audience, that the speaker cannot captivate them, be it fault of the speaker or the audience.
To point the lens of a camera to the audience that knows you’re there, there are, most times, two distinct reactions. One is to shy away, hide. Those are the camera shy. Two is to smile, attract the attention of the photographer, get you to take their picture. Those are the shameless. That, of course, is an overgeneralisation, but it serves its purpose here.
You see, for they are not playing their part. They must be the captive audience, which they are not. They break the illusion as soon as you point your lens at them, as if they have no role to play, do not know how to fool the seers of a still photo that they are the perfect audience, that the speaker cannot captivate them, be it fault of the speaker or the audience.
The miserable women garnished the hall as they all waited for the names to be called off of the list. The captain came out and read the long and dire list. One woman had been captivated by the presence of her son’s ghost.
Red and orange and purple spilling into soft wisps of blues and pinks as the day ends and night begins, but nothing really ends and begins, does it? It just goes around and around like a spinning top or my little brother in the summer grass.
Red and orange and purple spilling into soft wisps of blues and pinks as the day ends and night begins, but nothing really ends and begins, does it? It just goes around and around like a spinning top or my little brother in the summer grass.
As we climbed to the peak, Jenny clutched her side, sporting a stitch I could foresee complaints about. But as we reached the summit and the tunnel let us loose from it’s jowls, the mountain view opened up around us and there was no complaint big enough to dismay and no word of beauty large enough to describe the enormity of the place we had found and no word of tininess that could describe how miniscule we had suddenly become.
The color was intended to captivate my soul, however even with Hikiru by my side I felt nothing. My brother could not even restart the fire that had once lit my soul. I was dead inside and out. Effectively and forever.
Her eyes said it all. Her lips were tightly closed but as she sad there staring into the distance, I could see the thought growing larger in her mind. Her head tilted slightly to the left as the thought grew more intense. Her brow furrowed slightly and then, just like that she was snapped back into reality.
Her eyes said it all. Her lips were tightly closed but as she sad there staring into the distance, I could see the thought growing larger in her mind. Her head tilted slightly to the left as the thought grew more intense. Her brow furrowed slightly and then, just like that she was snapped back into reality.
Her eyes said it all. Her lips were tightly closed but as she sad there staring into the distance, I could see the thought growing larger in her mind. Her head tilted slightly to the left as the thought grew more intense. Her brow furrowed slightly and then, just like that she was snapped back into reality.
Her eyes said it all. Her lips were tightly closed but as she sad there staring into the distance, I could see the thought growing larger in her mind. Her head tilted slightly to the left as the thought grew more intense. Her brow furrowed slightly and then, just like that she was snapped back into reality.
Her eyes said it all. Her lips were tightly closed but as she sad there staring into the distance, I could see the thought growing larger in her mind. Her head tilted slightly to the left as the thought grew more intense. Her brow furrowed slightly and then, just like that she was snapped back into reality.
I live to captivate the moment. to live under captivation is more than this though. its the guts that come with living this way. Will we forever understand what this mean? i think not because if we do we arent doing this.
I live to captivate the moment. to live under captivation is more than this though. its the guts that come with living this way. Will we forever understand what this mean? i think not because if we do we arent doing this.
I live to captivate the moment. to live under captivation is more than this though. its the guts that come with living this way. Will we forever understand what this mean? i think not because if we do we arent doing this.
I live to captivate the moment. to live under captivation is more than this though. its the guts that come with living this way. Will we forever understand what this mean? i think not because if we do we arent doing this.
She walked with power, a head of white curls to her bouncing breasts that made my heart stop. She looked down as she walked, either preoccupied in her mind, or watching her steps as to not trip and fall on some unseen crack. I watched her go, and thought about chasing her.
“You captivate me.”
“Hmm.” she said, waving her fan in front of her face. “Do go on.” she said, though her voice was bored.
“Your eyes…”
“Enough about my eyes.” she said, “I’ve heard enough about my eyes to last me twenty lifetimes.”
“Your lips–”
“Not those either.”
“Your nose–”
“Can no man think of something truly original?”
He laughed, bent even further down so that he was almost biting down on her ear, “Should I start with your breasts, then?”
“Those, too, have been mentioned too many times.”
He knew exactly how to captivate the audience’s attention. All the lights fell on his smiling, charming face. He motioned to the audience to be silent. Then, he held up a gloved fist. The suspense grew, and I could feel the audience grow agitated. They shifted in their seats, trying to get a better look at his hand. Just when I thought they would form a riot, James opened his hand to reveal a tiny spark that glowed a faint pink. He blew on it, and sparks began to fly everywhere. Some changed colors as they whizzed about. Others sent a stream of glitter in their wake like tiny meteors. They whirled and swirled around the ring with James in the middle of it all. He grinned his Cheshire cat grin.
Throwing his arms wide he announced, “Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to a world of wonders.”
The sparks dissipated at once, and the lights flicked off, encasing the tent in darkness.
She walked past, like something out of a magazine, her head boasting perfect blond curls to her breasts, and boy did they bounce with each heeled step she took. She was glancing at the ground, as though lost in thought or secretly watching her steps to make sure she didn’t trip over some unseen crack like other clumsy girls around her. She was captivating, to say the least. At least 5’9″, she wasn’t short, but instead powerful. I wanted to know the power her body held, but intimidation kept me at bay, only physically. Mentally I explored her like I was the brave Jack Russell at the dog park, approaching the beautiful poodle enjoying a stroll.
She walked past, like something out of a magazine, her head boasting perfect blond curls to her breasts, and boy did they bounce with each heeled step she took. She was glancing at the ground, as though lost in thought or secretly watching her steps to make sure she didn’t trip over some unseen crack like other clumsy girls around her. She was captivating, to say the least. At least 5’9″, she wasn’t short, but instead powerful. I wanted to know the power her body held, but intimidation kept me at bay, only physically. Mentally I explored her like I was the brave Jack Russell at the dog park, approaching the beautiful poodle enjoying a stroll.
She walked past, like something out of a magazine, her head boasting perfect blond curls to her breasts, and boy did they bounce with each heeled step she took. She was glancing at the ground, as though lost in thought or secretly watching her steps to make sure she didn’t trip over some unseen crack like other clumsy girls around her. She was captivating, to say the least. At least 5’9″, she wasn’t short, but instead powerful. I wanted to know the power her body held, but intimidation kept me at bay, only physically. Mentally I explored her like I was the brave Jack Russell at the dog park, approaching the beautiful poodle enjoying a stroll.
but you’ve captivated us already with this word and a word can only do so much in the long run by golly be a captain captivate your own atoms live like a silly princess in a much ado castle waving aprons around but at the very least of the most you could do is find a new word to inspire us with. captivate?
Her legs in a cage
because they can’t be shaved like a normal feminata
would, with a long razor cutcutcut as it scrapes it’s way up her leg;
no
can’t do that, or the blood wells up to the skin, angry and welting
and she screams,
I’ll never be normal if I can’t shave me legs.
I long to be captivated. It’s what I follow, my unending journey to find something that captivates me. Inspires me. That draws me into a world of it. Blocking out problems, and pain.
Medea’s stare captivated me. I couldn’t look away. Then I shook my head. No. Not now. I couldn’t think of something like that. Like her. It wasn’t possible. There were far more important things to consider; to thing about. Her glare snapped me out of it.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
She looked away at last, her young mind and eye both captivated by the heady combination of dancing lights and sparkling stars. And, though I was loathe to miss the precious innocence of her unbridled enthusiasm, my duties beckoned ever louder and, with resignation weighting my every action, I forced myself to tune out her squeals of delight and focus on the dangers my advisers spoke of.
usually it’s the eyes: i am a sucker for green eyes. that sly side smile gets me too, and if there is sarcasm and a sparkle i am gone. captivate me.
I was captivated by your presence.
More then you will ever know.
But you were not who I thought.
And now we have fallen apart.
And now you are nothing more then a faint memory.
A memory, that captivated…completely captivated my mind.
Laura was one of those girls. A stunning knockout that could captivate the eyes of everyone in the room, regardless of their sexual preference. Beautiful, intelligent, and kind, Laura was everything everyone ever wanted to be, everything everyone wanted to have.
Laura was one of those girls. A stunning knockout that could captivate the eyes of everyone in the room, regardless of their sexual preference. Beautiful, intelligent, and kind, Laura was everything everyone ever wanted to be, everything everyone wanted to have.
Laura was one of those girls. A stunning knockout that could captivate the eyes of everyone in the room, regardless of their sexual preference. Beautiful, intelligent, and kind, Laura was everything everyone ever wanted to be, everything everyone wanted to have.
The child looked down. Her eyes were a captivating ocean wave blue, her hair more blonde than I have ever seen. She looked up with a tear in her eye, and nodded sadly.
She captivated her audience with the sultry tones in her voice and the wickedly sensuous look in her eye. The men would oogle and aww at her sheerly covered breasts while they had thoughts of touching themselves to her. They were utterly captivated.
The way that the ocean breeze captivates me never fails to astonish. Think of it; stripped of context, said air currents are nothing more than that. Waves of energy made noticeable by the undulation of molecules, imbued with the brine of hundreds of millions of years.
And yet…
She sat at the other end of the table. She was beautiful; the kind of girl you’d expect to see in a modeling magazine. I couldn’t really explain how I felt. I felt confused. How did I end up with her? I was captivated by her.
captivate cleanly porridge bowl blues. sweet little girl stirring the oats, occasionally tepid, served soggy, pools from the spoon pattering the table top. thinking of eggs, egg sandwich with cheese. anything at all but oats and water, unsalted.
The little girl on the street looked at me. The blue in her eyes captivated me. The color of my skin captivated her; and for one moment, social structure ceased to exist.
This word can mean so many things. Initially I think of captivating ones imagination. I think the word captivate also kinda pertain to ones attention span… Mine in particular is captivated by beautful women. Some are captivated by other things..but for me, it’s nice looking women.
To point the lens of a camera to the audience that knows you’re there, there are, most times, two distinct reactions. One is to shy away, hide. Those are the camera shy. Two is to smile, attract the attention of the photographer, get you to take their picture. Those are the shameless. That, of course, is an overgeneralisation, but it serves its purpose here.
You see, for they are not playing their part. They must be the captive audience, which they are not. They break the illusion as soon as you point your lens at them, as if they have no role to play, do not know how to fool the seers of a still photo that they are the perfect audience, that the speaker cannot captivate them, be it fault of the speaker or the audience.
To point the lens of a camera to the audience that knows you’re there, there are, most times, two distinct reactions. One is to shy away, hide. Those are the camera shy. Two is to smile, attract the attention of the photographer, get you to take their picture. Those are the shameless. That, of course, is an overgeneralisation, but it serves its purpose here.
You see, for they are not playing their part. They must be the captive audience, which they are not. They break the illusion as soon as you point your lens at them, as if they have no role to play, do not know how to fool the seers of a still photo that they are the perfect audience, that the speaker cannot captivate them, be it fault of the speaker or the audience.
The miserable women garnished the hall as they all waited for the names to be called off of the list. The captain came out and read the long and dire list. One woman had been captivated by the presence of her son’s ghost.
Red and orange and purple spilling into soft wisps of blues and pinks as the day ends and night begins, but nothing really ends and begins, does it? It just goes around and around like a spinning top or my little brother in the summer grass.
Red and orange and purple spilling into soft wisps of blues and pinks as the day ends and night begins, but nothing really ends and begins, does it? It just goes around and around like a spinning top or my little brother in the summer grass.
As we climbed to the peak, Jenny clutched her side, sporting a stitch I could foresee complaints about. But as we reached the summit and the tunnel let us loose from it’s jowls, the mountain view opened up around us and there was no complaint big enough to dismay and no word of beauty large enough to describe the enormity of the place we had found and no word of tininess that could describe how miniscule we had suddenly become.
The color was intended to captivate my soul, however even with Hikiru by my side I felt nothing. My brother could not even restart the fire that had once lit my soul. I was dead inside and out. Effectively and forever.
Her eyes said it all. Her lips were tightly closed but as she sad there staring into the distance, I could see the thought growing larger in her mind. Her head tilted slightly to the left as the thought grew more intense. Her brow furrowed slightly and then, just like that she was snapped back into reality.
Her eyes said it all. Her lips were tightly closed but as she sad there staring into the distance, I could see the thought growing larger in her mind. Her head tilted slightly to the left as the thought grew more intense. Her brow furrowed slightly and then, just like that she was snapped back into reality.
Her eyes said it all. Her lips were tightly closed but as she sad there staring into the distance, I could see the thought growing larger in her mind. Her head tilted slightly to the left as the thought grew more intense. Her brow furrowed slightly and then, just like that she was snapped back into reality.
Her eyes said it all. Her lips were tightly closed but as she sad there staring into the distance, I could see the thought growing larger in her mind. Her head tilted slightly to the left as the thought grew more intense. Her brow furrowed slightly and then, just like that she was snapped back into reality.
Her eyes said it all. Her lips were tightly closed but as she sad there staring into the distance, I could see the thought growing larger in her mind. Her head tilted slightly to the left as the thought grew more intense. Her brow furrowed slightly and then, just like that she was snapped back into reality.
I live to captivate the moment. to live under captivation is more than this though. its the guts that come with living this way. Will we forever understand what this mean? i think not because if we do we arent doing this.
I live to captivate the moment. to live under captivation is more than this though. its the guts that come with living this way. Will we forever understand what this mean? i think not because if we do we arent doing this.
I live to captivate the moment. to live under captivation is more than this though. its the guts that come with living this way. Will we forever understand what this mean? i think not because if we do we arent doing this.
I live to captivate the moment. to live under captivation is more than this though. its the guts that come with living this way. Will we forever understand what this mean? i think not because if we do we arent doing this.
She walked with power, a head of white curls to her bouncing breasts that made my heart stop. She looked down as she walked, either preoccupied in her mind, or watching her steps as to not trip and fall on some unseen crack. I watched her go, and thought about chasing her.
“You captivate me.”
“Hmm.” she said, waving her fan in front of her face. “Do go on.” she said, though her voice was bored.
“Your eyes…”
“Enough about my eyes.” she said, “I’ve heard enough about my eyes to last me twenty lifetimes.”
“Your lips–”
“Not those either.”
“Your nose–”
“Can no man think of something truly original?”
He laughed, bent even further down so that he was almost biting down on her ear, “Should I start with your breasts, then?”
“Those, too, have been mentioned too many times.”
He knew exactly how to captivate the audience’s attention. All the lights fell on his smiling, charming face. He motioned to the audience to be silent. Then, he held up a gloved fist. The suspense grew, and I could feel the audience grow agitated. They shifted in their seats, trying to get a better look at his hand. Just when I thought they would form a riot, James opened his hand to reveal a tiny spark that glowed a faint pink. He blew on it, and sparks began to fly everywhere. Some changed colors as they whizzed about. Others sent a stream of glitter in their wake like tiny meteors. They whirled and swirled around the ring with James in the middle of it all. He grinned his Cheshire cat grin.
Throwing his arms wide he announced, “Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to a world of wonders.”
The sparks dissipated at once, and the lights flicked off, encasing the tent in darkness.
She walked past, like something out of a magazine, her head boasting perfect blond curls to her breasts, and boy did they bounce with each heeled step she took. She was glancing at the ground, as though lost in thought or secretly watching her steps to make sure she didn’t trip over some unseen crack like other clumsy girls around her. She was captivating, to say the least. At least 5’9″, she wasn’t short, but instead powerful. I wanted to know the power her body held, but intimidation kept me at bay, only physically. Mentally I explored her like I was the brave Jack Russell at the dog park, approaching the beautiful poodle enjoying a stroll.
She walked past, like something out of a magazine, her head boasting perfect blond curls to her breasts, and boy did they bounce with each heeled step she took. She was glancing at the ground, as though lost in thought or secretly watching her steps to make sure she didn’t trip over some unseen crack like other clumsy girls around her. She was captivating, to say the least. At least 5’9″, she wasn’t short, but instead powerful. I wanted to know the power her body held, but intimidation kept me at bay, only physically. Mentally I explored her like I was the brave Jack Russell at the dog park, approaching the beautiful poodle enjoying a stroll.
She walked past, like something out of a magazine, her head boasting perfect blond curls to her breasts, and boy did they bounce with each heeled step she took. She was glancing at the ground, as though lost in thought or secretly watching her steps to make sure she didn’t trip over some unseen crack like other clumsy girls around her. She was captivating, to say the least. At least 5’9″, she wasn’t short, but instead powerful. I wanted to know the power her body held, but intimidation kept me at bay, only physically. Mentally I explored her like I was the brave Jack Russell at the dog park, approaching the beautiful poodle enjoying a stroll.
It happens so fast
Too soon
No time to think
Unwinding
Unforgiving
Unable to run from the thoughts
It flows and flows
Her soul captivated by the task
but you’ve captivated us already with this word and a word can only do so much in the long run by golly be a captain captivate your own atoms live like a silly princess in a much ado castle waving aprons around but at the very least of the most you could do is find a new word to inspire us with. captivate?