Don’t you know the cheek meat tastes the best? Here on the African plains, treats are rare, so when our hunter-gatherer-warrior-citizens claim the life of the plain’s children, they make the most out of it. And man-oh-man, are the cheeks the tastiest.
Your cheeks are your fathers. Your father and I didn’t really know who we were at that time, but you have his structure. I see it in your face every time I look at you. Each time a smile breaks across your face, his bones flow through your cheeks. Each time your face turns rosy, I see him.
cheeks.. well they can be rosy or even puffy. i saw the cutest youtube video of this kid with the biggest cheeks i have ever seen and it was sooooo adorable. and he is singing.
I saw her from across the room. well, I saw her cheeks first. They were the mushiest cheeks you could imagine, the kind you normally only see on chubby babies and toddlers. But there she was, in all her 6 foot glory, with the most beautiful chubby cheeks I’d ever seen.
She jolted awake and immediately tasted blood right at the spot which, upon her waking, had begun to sting. She had been gnawing on her cheek in her sleep again. She hated that. She hated the taste of blood and the sharp stinging in her mouth, in the soft flesh of her cheek.
Cheek. On the face, a slap. A slap for being cheeky. It wasn’t really his fault that he had large cheek bones, but I guess in the end it just made them easier to slap.
my cheek is turning red becasue i am embarressed. embarressed that i cant spell embarressed and embarressed that you noticed me noticing you. i should be doing my math homework. let me and my calculator get some alone time together. my calculator and i…
“Well, the nerve!” She stalked away, thoroughly offended. Who was he to say what he had, and to her face!? It was outrageous to think that he could get away with such talk. Oh, she’d get him back; she’d have her revenge. But not yet… right now she was too angry to think.
The cheek is a layer of skin covering the mouth cavity. it is pinched by elders when kids are cute. Cheeks tend to get red when he/she blushes when viewing the opposite sex.
Dancing cheek to cheek… So romantic, isn’t it? I was watching Enchated the other day and realised that one of the characters would pronounce this word ‘romantic’ in a variety of ways depending on how she felt… It got me thinking… =)
A slap to the face for the expressions, in distaste, you made for me to see.
Would that you could, perhaps you would turn, but I dare say that’s not a smart move to make.
With cheek he turned to me and gave a smart remark, smart for a smarty pants. But that’s how it goes when one is working with teens who like to act like they’re smart and have too many hormones coursing through their wacky bodies and brains. That’s all right, though. Eventually they’ll just get weird like I am and deal with other teens who are acting with cheek.
My cheeks are not being stroked by you anymore. It felt so nice this morning because your hands are the softest that ever touched me. I miss your hands in my face :(
I was raised to believe that “turning the other cheek” is the appropriate response when struck, either literally or figuratively, but as I grow older, I am learning that sometimes, it’s better to just punch that asshole right in face, literally or figuratively.
The cheek to even ask its writers to write this? What’s this all about? Well, the word cheek eh?
Hmm….it just reminds me of a thin layer of skin, and how arrogant and flamboyant a particular person is. I don’t know what I’m writing. Ah fuck.
Cheek to jowl they sat on the creaking bus, bumping over half-paved roads that wound tightly around the mountains rising, almost violently, from the rivers below.
Don’t you know the cheek meat tastes the best? Here on the African plains, treats are rare, so when our hunter-gatherer-warrior-citizens claim the life of the plain’s children, they make the most out of it. And man-oh-man, are the cheeks the tastiest.
Your cheeks are your fathers. Your father and I didn’t really know who we were at that time, but you have his structure. I see it in your face every time I look at you. Each time a smile breaks across your face, his bones flow through your cheeks. Each time your face turns rosy, I see him.
cheeks.. well they can be rosy or even puffy. i saw the cutest youtube video of this kid with the biggest cheeks i have ever seen and it was sooooo adorable. and he is singing.
I saw her from across the room. well, I saw her cheeks first. They were the mushiest cheeks you could imagine, the kind you normally only see on chubby babies and toddlers. But there she was, in all her 6 foot glory, with the most beautiful chubby cheeks I’d ever seen.
Cheek? Hurts to bite it. I hate it when my cheeks blush. Some kinds are tasty.
I kissed his cheek suddenly, not realizing it as I did so. He was startled, and retreated backwards. “Jimmy…” I started to say.
Jimmy remained silent.
I kiss your cheek, your angelic features
She jolted awake and immediately tasted blood right at the spot which, upon her waking, had begun to sting. She had been gnawing on her cheek in her sleep again. She hated that. She hated the taste of blood and the sharp stinging in her mouth, in the soft flesh of her cheek.
Cheek. On the face, a slap. A slap for being cheeky. It wasn’t really his fault that he had large cheek bones, but I guess in the end it just made them easier to slap.
my cheek is turning red becasue i am embarressed. embarressed that i cant spell embarressed and embarressed that you noticed me noticing you. i should be doing my math homework. let me and my calculator get some alone time together. my calculator and i…
“Well, the nerve!” She stalked away, thoroughly offended. Who was he to say what he had, and to her face!? It was outrageous to think that he could get away with such talk. Oh, she’d get him back; she’d have her revenge. But not yet… right now she was too angry to think.
My cheek hurts today.
cheek is like side of face or somthing
i stick my chew in my cheek and punch people in the cheek… o ya butt cheeks too
The cheek is a layer of skin covering the mouth cavity. it is pinched by elders when kids are cute. Cheeks tend to get red when he/she blushes when viewing the opposite sex.
With a turn of his head i noticed that he had really red cheeks.
Dancing cheek to cheek… So romantic, isn’t it? I was watching Enchated the other day and realised that one of the characters would pronounce this word ‘romantic’ in a variety of ways depending on how she felt… It got me thinking… =)
A slap to the face for the expressions, in distaste, you made for me to see.
Would that you could, perhaps you would turn, but I dare say that’s not a smart move to make.
With cheek he turned to me and gave a smart remark, smart for a smarty pants. But that’s how it goes when one is working with teens who like to act like they’re smart and have too many hormones coursing through their wacky bodies and brains. That’s all right, though. Eventually they’ll just get weird like I am and deal with other teens who are acting with cheek.
turn the other cheek..she has chipmunk cheeks(:
a cheek is on your face and butt. it is located under the eye. it is kissable.
My cheeks are not being stroked by you anymore. It felt so nice this morning because your hands are the softest that ever touched me. I miss your hands in my face :(
i see his butt..
the thing on his face is quiet wierd.
the man with the face and butt is reversed positions
My cheeks were rosy red because it was so cold outside it felt like my cheeks were going to fall off.
My cheek was cold.
a cheek is on your face.
face
butt
His cheeks were like peaches. The soft fuzz, the juicy pulp, the smooth skin. I wanted to take a bite.
something to pinch or kiss
part of your face
cheek to cheek, that’s how I greeted her. We are Brazilians , you see. Some people would shake hands but not us.
face rosey funny outside smooth round plump fat high
cheeky little ball of rubbish :) Ohh i’m British now!
I was raised to believe that “turning the other cheek” is the appropriate response when struck, either literally or figuratively, but as I grow older, I am learning that sometimes, it’s better to just punch that asshole right in face, literally or figuratively.
That softness you possess. Never turned away, never pressed too closely. Kissable you.
The cheek to even ask its writers to write this? What’s this all about? Well, the word cheek eh?
Hmm….it just reminds me of a thin layer of skin, and how arrogant and flamboyant a particular person is. I don’t know what I’m writing. Ah fuck.
My cheek was resting against my grandsons cheek and he was smiling in his sleep. What a beautiful feeling.
She pressed her cheek against the window, her eyes glistening with tears as she watched her beloved father pull away.
My cheek rests against the cold window as tears course down my face.
Cheek to jowl they sat on the creaking bus, bumping over half-paved roads that wound tightly around the mountains rising, almost violently, from the rivers below.