I have no idea what you meant by that, she said sadly. a whisp of hair brushed her cheek as a tear slipped slowly down her face. i watched the tear with no small amount of sorrow on my part, as it meant she had not understood – we would not be together tomorrow – we would never again have the closeness we had enjoyed.
I always put my tongue in my cheek. I also seem to chew on the inside of my cheek. I think I do it when I’m nervous or stressed. Sometimes it even gets a little raw. I probably should quit because I hear it gives you cancer.
cheeks can be rosy or white. they are often the subject of pinching by an aunty or an uncle or one of mum or dad’s friends. babies cheeks are the cutest and the softest. cheeks can have dimples grounded in the middle if one is blessed with dimples.
I stand next to you every chance I get; just trying to get close enough to you so I can lean as high as I possible can, all to kiss you on the cheek.
I know you do the same, though, because every chance you get, you kiss me on the top of my head an I can feel you smile to yourself.
Cheek-to-cheek we danced. I inhaled, breathing her in, my arms wrapping tighter around her. It was just us, the stars, the moonlight. No one to care at the sight of us. Two girls. In love.
Ramon’s lips hovered just an inch above mine and anticipation of our first kiss sparked in the air. He was everything I had ever wanted: tall, lean, with those dark romantic eyes that made me dream of silken nights on tropical islands. Trouble was, I’d just found out that he’d been providing that dream to Brooke, Deb, and Tracy as well. At the last instant, I turned my head so his lips met my cheek. With a sweet, “I think we should just be friends,” I said my goodnights and gently slammed the door in his face.
i learned the hard way. go quickly or someone will cut your head off with a machete. run, don’t walk to the nearest exit.
she ran as hard as she could, ducking and bobbing in the crowd. Her cheek stung where a blade glanced off during her panicked run by. Augggh!
A cheek is on the side of your face. It’s a thin layer of skin, which you can touch the inside of with your toung. Hamsters store food in their cheeks.
He touched my cheek ever so lightly.
I blushed when i could feel the heat from his warm hands come in contact with my skin.
I took a deep breathe to calm my adrenaline pumped heart.
You softly caress my cheek with your sweet lips, slowly dragging them against my skin, pausing occasionally to kiss me. You cradle my neck gently with both hands, barely touching me, sending shivers down my spine.
I saw him across the airport, and i ran to him. his cheek brushed mine as we hugged. i kissed him all over. his cheek was stubbly, which is the way I loved he looked.
Ihr Handabdruck ist auf seiner Wange zu sehen.
Verdutzt hält er mit seiner Schimpftirade inne.
“Was war denn das? Hast du mich etwa geschlagen?”
Das wirst du mir buessen.
Mit diesen Worten reißt er sie an sich und Hält sie fest.
Du wirst schon sehen, was passiert, wenn du mich schlägst.
“The cheek of it!” my mother said. “Who does she think she is. Walking in here, all high and mighty.” My mother continued talking but I wasn’t listening any more. It was the same old thing every time Auntie Sheila turned up to visit…
le sue guance erano bagnate di lacrime scarlatte.
come un arabesco sull’alabastro della sua pelle
si rincorrevano poetiche e dolenti.
spezzavano il cuore solo a guardarle
ma il loro splendore trascendente ben valeva qualche scheggia nel petto.
As I put my hand to his cheek, I stopped to wonder if what I was doing was right. Is there any right and wrong, really? Where are the clear cut lines? Why aren’t they as easy to see as my hand right here, right now, resting still, pressing soft against his cheek?
She held her cheek up for me to kiss it and then took my face in her hand and turned my head so she could kiss mine. Of course, when I pulled away, my cheek showed a big chocolatey mouth print. She giggled when she saw what she had done…on purpose, I think. But isn’t that what little girl kisses are supposed to do? Leave lasting imprints? At least on one’s soul, if not on one’s face.
A gentle caress to the cheek but I dare not look into those eyes. I’m afraid of what I’ll see there. I’m afraid of what I won’t see. Don’t ask me to look. I can’t. I won’t.
i smacked her ass and she turned around and smiled at me. i gave her another one, but even the ugly faced, makeup caked whore from the strip club couldnt get that bitch off my mine. she was beautiful, although plain. but it was her plainess that i loved, she wasn’t complicated in an ugly way like that stripper was.
My mother gave me a big kiss on the cheek and I shook my head in disgust. With all of that chapstick, I knew I would smell like an apple pie for the rest of the day. With my big dance coming up, I had to think drastically. I put a big glob of toothpaste on my cheek and scrubbed as much as I could.
tongue in cheek and i’m thinking of you without much thought to how i ought to go about it. cheek on cheek, dancing cheek to cheek i want to be dancing cheek to cheek with who? pinkish hue. hole in my throat where the words fall out
My cheek presses against his chest and we just lay there. His bare chest feels good against my cheek and I miss him. I miss actually having some kind of a relationship with him. I think I want him back.
I kissed her cheek and when I pulled away, there was a strange slime linking my lips to her cheek. Curious, I gently stroked her glistening flesh, and it pulled away in a sick slop. Only then did i realize she was dead.
It was amazing that time I saw your cheek. I tasted it too, many times, but when I first saw it I felt quite literally moved, like my life had changed. It wasn’t until I ripped it off of your face a hammer that I loved it.
my cheek support my smile and sometimes my tears, depending on the type of day i’m having. who would have thought that a cheek would have such an important job in my daily activity as i begin my day…..
he kissed my cheek, not my hand. I was hoping he was going to be a gentleman about it. But I would have not mind if was upon the lips, but do not tell my mother such a thing.
I have cheeks. They are on my face. Cheeks are so weird. Pockets of fat stuck to each side of your face- yet somehow, they’re cute if proportioned correctly. Perfect for pinching and dimples. Perfect for smiles and laughter. Perfect for kisses that can’t be on your lips.
I want to feel your so called “beard” that you have grown on your cheek. But, alas, we both know you are Mexican and virtually hairless so we know this hair is an exaggeration.
i miss the feel of his cheek on mine. the warmth, the comfort, the love i can feel radiating from it. i love how when we are like this, he’s holding me, and i can just melt in his arms, and drift off to a better place with the scent of him wafting in my make- believe breeze.
Turn the other cheek, I always say, when mooning someone out the car window on a hot, sunny day. Otherwise, you may get unevenly tanned. I believe that is what was meant by that passage in the Bible anyway. It’s hard to know … I tried to ask the Pope, but he won’t answer my calls.
I have no idea what you meant by that, she said sadly. a whisp of hair brushed her cheek as a tear slipped slowly down her face. i watched the tear with no small amount of sorrow on my part, as it meant she had not understood – we would not be together tomorrow – we would never again have the closeness we had enjoyed.
I always put my tongue in my cheek. I also seem to chew on the inside of my cheek. I think I do it when I’m nervous or stressed. Sometimes it even gets a little raw. I probably should quit because I hear it gives you cancer.
cheeks can be rosy or white. they are often the subject of pinching by an aunty or an uncle or one of mum or dad’s friends. babies cheeks are the cutest and the softest. cheeks can have dimples grounded in the middle if one is blessed with dimples.
I stand next to you every chance I get; just trying to get close enough to you so I can lean as high as I possible can, all to kiss you on the cheek.
I know you do the same, though, because every chance you get, you kiss me on the top of my head an I can feel you smile to yourself.
Cheek-to-cheek we danced. I inhaled, breathing her in, my arms wrapping tighter around her. It was just us, the stars, the moonlight. No one to care at the sight of us. Two girls. In love.
Ramon’s lips hovered just an inch above mine and anticipation of our first kiss sparked in the air. He was everything I had ever wanted: tall, lean, with those dark romantic eyes that made me dream of silken nights on tropical islands. Trouble was, I’d just found out that he’d been providing that dream to Brooke, Deb, and Tracy as well. At the last instant, I turned my head so his lips met my cheek. With a sweet, “I think we should just be friends,” I said my goodnights and gently slammed the door in his face.
i learned the hard way. go quickly or someone will cut your head off with a machete. run, don’t walk to the nearest exit.
she ran as hard as she could, ducking and bobbing in the crowd. Her cheek stung where a blade glanced off during her panicked run by. Augggh!
A cheek is on the side of your face. It’s a thin layer of skin, which you can touch the inside of with your toung. Hamsters store food in their cheeks.
He touched my cheek ever so lightly.
I blushed when i could feel the heat from his warm hands come in contact with my skin.
I took a deep breathe to calm my adrenaline pumped heart.
woah! i kissed her on the hip. her cheeks smiled down at me.
– do that again!
– nah, im too tired of all this hublah. you do it for me this time hun.
You softly caress my cheek with your sweet lips, slowly dragging them against my skin, pausing occasionally to kiss me. You cradle my neck gently with both hands, barely touching me, sending shivers down my spine.
she rubbed me against her cheek then put me in her mouth
I saw him across the airport, and i ran to him. his cheek brushed mine as we hugged. i kissed him all over. his cheek was stubbly, which is the way I loved he looked.
Ihr Handabdruck ist auf seiner Wange zu sehen.
Verdutzt hält er mit seiner Schimpftirade inne.
“Was war denn das? Hast du mich etwa geschlagen?”
Das wirst du mir buessen.
Mit diesen Worten reißt er sie an sich und Hält sie fest.
Du wirst schon sehen, was passiert, wenn du mich schlägst.
“The cheek of it!” my mother said. “Who does she think she is. Walking in here, all high and mighty.” My mother continued talking but I wasn’t listening any more. It was the same old thing every time Auntie Sheila turned up to visit…
She kissed me on the cheek. It was a fantastic sensation. We kept walking, and I squeezed her hand gently. She squeezed back. It felt good.
What a cheek on that chick, he mused. His own cheek itched and his left eye twitched above it. Too much caffeine. Too little sleep.
le sue guance erano bagnate di lacrime scarlatte.
come un arabesco sull’alabastro della sua pelle
si rincorrevano poetiche e dolenti.
spezzavano il cuore solo a guardarle
ma il loro splendore trascendente ben valeva qualche scheggia nel petto.
As I put my hand to his cheek, I stopped to wonder if what I was doing was right. Is there any right and wrong, really? Where are the clear cut lines? Why aren’t they as easy to see as my hand right here, right now, resting still, pressing soft against his cheek?
cheek to cheek. sleeping soundly next to someone special. the cheek of ya! cheeky monkey. cheeky baby cheeks
The cheek of the little bee that tickles the flower the same time she steals its gold.
She held her cheek up for me to kiss it and then took my face in her hand and turned my head so she could kiss mine. Of course, when I pulled away, my cheek showed a big chocolatey mouth print. She giggled when she saw what she had done…on purpose, I think. But isn’t that what little girl kisses are supposed to do? Leave lasting imprints? At least on one’s soul, if not on one’s face.
A gentle caress to the cheek but I dare not look into those eyes. I’m afraid of what I’ll see there. I’m afraid of what I won’t see. Don’t ask me to look. I can’t. I won’t.
i smacked her ass and she turned around and smiled at me. i gave her another one, but even the ugly faced, makeup caked whore from the strip club couldnt get that bitch off my mine. she was beautiful, although plain. but it was her plainess that i loved, she wasn’t complicated in an ugly way like that stripper was.
My son is 13 months old. He’s very cheeky, we call him a cheeky monkey.
This morning I found him in a bunk bed. It appears he has learned to climb like a monkey too!
My mother gave me a big kiss on the cheek and I shook my head in disgust. With all of that chapstick, I knew I would smell like an apple pie for the rest of the day. With my big dance coming up, I had to think drastically. I put a big glob of toothpaste on my cheek and scrubbed as much as I could.
tongue in cheek and i’m thinking of you without much thought to how i ought to go about it. cheek on cheek, dancing cheek to cheek i want to be dancing cheek to cheek with who? pinkish hue. hole in my throat where the words fall out
the rear of your body and the side of your face…the beginning and end of mankind!
My cheek presses against his chest and we just lay there. His bare chest feels good against my cheek and I miss him. I miss actually having some kind of a relationship with him. I think I want him back.
I kissed her cheek and when I pulled away, there was a strange slime linking my lips to her cheek. Curious, I gently stroked her glistening flesh, and it pulled away in a sick slop. Only then did i realize she was dead.
It was amazing that time I saw your cheek. I tasted it too, many times, but when I first saw it I felt quite literally moved, like my life had changed. It wasn’t until I ripped it off of your face a hammer that I loved it.
my cheek support my smile and sometimes my tears, depending on the type of day i’m having. who would have thought that a cheek would have such an important job in my daily activity as i begin my day…..
As he smoothed his cheek, he showed great integrity. I knew he was perfect for the job.
he kissed my cheek, not my hand. I was hoping he was going to be a gentleman about it. But I would have not mind if was upon the lips, but do not tell my mother such a thing.
I have cheeks. They are on my face. Cheeks are so weird. Pockets of fat stuck to each side of your face- yet somehow, they’re cute if proportioned correctly. Perfect for pinching and dimples. Perfect for smiles and laughter. Perfect for kisses that can’t be on your lips.
her cheeks would flush whenever she was embarrassed, the bright pink bringing so much to her pale complexion.
He brushed her cheek with his whiskers as he told her that she was the most special little girl anyone could ever, ever have.
I want to feel your so called “beard” that you have grown on your cheek. But, alas, we both know you are Mexican and virtually hairless so we know this hair is an exaggeration.
i miss the feel of his cheek on mine. the warmth, the comfort, the love i can feel radiating from it. i love how when we are like this, he’s holding me, and i can just melt in his arms, and drift off to a better place with the scent of him wafting in my make- believe breeze.
Turn the other cheek, I always say, when mooning someone out the car window on a hot, sunny day. Otherwise, you may get unevenly tanned. I believe that is what was meant by that passage in the Bible anyway. It’s hard to know … I tried to ask the Pope, but he won’t answer my calls.