hug metal thing to hold things together and to place upon- the embrace of a mother- the clasping hand of a business men to his partners, the handshake…
she had it all-the money, the house, the great beloved dog who always came to her side, and the great guy who lived in australia.
but something was missing- “was it that red ruby i didnt buy?” she asked herself
– “was it the kiss my boyfriend never gives to me?”
– “or was it that card i never gave to my bestfriend?”
so she quit her relationship-long distance
called her friend to tell her happy b-day (40 days late)
and she went to a bar to spend all her money on bud light
-point is she never really had a CLASP on her life-
this is when you embrace the love of another person, you clasp the favorite food off the tore shelf, greeting common between buisness partners-bosses too-, the way you grip the side of the mountian when you are rock climbing, the hold a mother has on her kid’s ear when they are bad, of course
A golden chained necklace was held out in front of her eyes, by the man she loved. A smile of gratitude fell over her face as he watch for her approval.
“Put it on me?” she requested.
He nodded, gently turning her around and clasping the necklace together gently.
jump. jump lower and shorter than you ever have before. don’t stride. don’t hurry. lift your foot as low as you possibly can. don’t waste any extra energy.. maybe then you’ll be able to fly.
I think about a door holding something back or shutting a thing off from the outside to protect it its a buffer from what’s out there, good and bad. But a clasp has no key just a particular way of unfastening it.
tall glass, icy. Michal reaches down and holds on tight as the ride plunges forward. A plane ride, asking for incest. THe suitcase is blue leather, plaid inside, and his hat is felt. A top hat. I don’t know what else to write, but their’s a suitcase, okay?
the first time it happens, his super strength has only just begun to emerge. even to this day, though, the snap and crack of bone when he clasps his boss’ hand is still fresh in his mind.
the clasp on my necklace. the gold necklace, with a heart that is half diamonds. that my boyfriend gave me two years ago for christmas. this year he gave me a gorgeous topaz and sapphire bracelet. we’re only 18, no body believes in us. but we do
I had to clasp my belt. there was a clasp on the buckle of the seat on the airplane. It was an uncomfortable seat, and I really was not pleased with it. I wish I didn’t have to fly. But I want to travel far far away. That’s a problem, right?
The sound struck him with a force that could only be defended by clasping for dear life to his sanity. The volume of the attacks were increasing that it even his resolve could not hold on much longer.
her hand clasped the door knob tightly, she wished to leave the house but she was not allowed, it was her prison, her tomb. she would die here, she know knew that. the doorknob would not budge. she tried again, but no. this was it.
on the bracelet there was a clasp a clasp of hands signalled the end of everything i clasped them to me as if i needed them to breath for me clasp me i can’t think
The clasp came unloose. But the lid was still on tight, which was only what Karen was concerned about. However, its contents were valuable. Nobody within the house was allowed to look at them; they weren’t dangerous, but it could harm someone if it was in the wrong hands; this including family members with good intentions.
to vigorously attack a small chicken in hopes of killing it….yes. It is a violent handhold, OR a normal handhold of which you grab it voluntarily. that is a clasp and that is the proper definition…time is up
to bring two hands together is pretty awesome. it’s kind of fun too. but it could also mean something on a coat, or shirt? a clasp, something to keep something else shut. Yay! for clasps. they can keep things closed orrrr it’s hands together
a braclet that is gold and the clasp fell off when i was a little girl. My dad gave me that bracelet. It was beautiful. It was from the early 1800’s. It had nothing but chain and sparkle, but it was gorgeous to me.
Clasp the hands behind his back, stand him up straight and don’t let his legs give out – strength must come from others if not from within. He must stand and be firm in his course or else we will all fall, hands still clasped. London bridges.
Though no one saw it, he clasped his hands in triumphant joy as the ceremony came to a close. Everyone around him grumbled while they shuffled out of their seats. He sat there in silence, fixing his gaze onto the stage.
this reminds me of my mothers jewelery. she always has the most facinating pieces and that is probably my most fond memory of her as i was growing up.. watching my mothers face light up as she dolled her self up in jewels. i miss her smile.
I like to be clasped by chad. nothing makes me happier than being enclosed by him. especially when we’re fucking. he wraps one arm around me and holds the back of my head with the other and gets really deep inside of me and stays there, and we just bask. I love him.
We clasped our hands together while we were walking up the hill, ready to see what awaits us. This moment is perfect. I’ve been waiting for this to happen for a long time. I love him. Forever and ever, baby.
The word clasp reminds me of my best friend. I’m not quite sure why, but it does. Maybe its because he has some odd preoccupation with bra hooks, or maybe I’m just weird and making a connection that doesn’t really exist. But best friend = clasp.
I clasped my hands together. I had nothing more to say. I gazed, and continued gazing, and for the life of me could not see behind those impenetrable turquoise eyes. The light was still there, but dimmed.
hug metal thing to hold things together and to place upon- the embrace of a mother- the clasping hand of a business men to his partners, the handshake…
she had it all-the money, the house, the great beloved dog who always came to her side, and the great guy who lived in australia.
but something was missing- “was it that red ruby i didnt buy?” she asked herself
– “was it the kiss my boyfriend never gives to me?”
– “or was it that card i never gave to my bestfriend?”
so she quit her relationship-long distance
called her friend to tell her happy b-day (40 days late)
and she went to a bar to spend all her money on bud light
-point is she never really had a CLASP on her life-
My mother fastened the clasp about my neck.
“It was your grandmother’s. She always wanted you to have it.”
She looked at my reflection, my flowing white dress, and my veil perched atop my head. She gave me a quick hug.
“She would have been so proud of you.”
this is when you embrace the love of another person, you clasp the favorite food off the tore shelf, greeting common between buisness partners-bosses too-, the way you grip the side of the mountian when you are rock climbing, the hold a mother has on her kid’s ear when they are bad, of course
hug, embrace, hold tightly. Metal clasps used to hold things in place.Clasp the beloved person to bosom.
tightly holding
A golden chained necklace was held out in front of her eyes, by the man she loved. A smile of gratitude fell over her face as he watch for her approval.
“Put it on me?” she requested.
He nodded, gently turning her around and clasping the necklace together gently.
jump. jump lower and shorter than you ever have before. don’t stride. don’t hurry. lift your foot as low as you possibly can. don’t waste any extra energy.. maybe then you’ll be able to fly.
holding hands
I wish i could grasp her hand again. Perhaps just one more time. That would be enough for me. I would be happy.
clasp you to my heart … a tiny part of a necklace to complete a circle of love … a hand clasp
I think about a door holding something back or shutting a thing off from the outside to protect it its a buffer from what’s out there, good and bad. But a clasp has no key just a particular way of unfastening it.
tall glass, icy. Michal reaches down and holds on tight as the ride plunges forward. A plane ride, asking for incest. THe suitcase is blue leather, plaid inside, and his hat is felt. A top hat. I don’t know what else to write, but their’s a suitcase, okay?
i look at your picture and set to memory what I already know.hope shine enternal,but so does lost.
the first time it happens, his super strength has only just begun to emerge. even to this day, though, the snap and crack of bone when he clasps his boss’ hand is still fresh in his mind.
the clasp on my necklace. the gold necklace, with a heart that is half diamonds. that my boyfriend gave me two years ago for christmas. this year he gave me a gorgeous topaz and sapphire bracelet. we’re only 18, no body believes in us. but we do
Clasp. To grab or to hold in the hand, a tool, such a plyers. ‘I clasped the Wire in the beak of my Plyers’.
the fucking clasp on my necklace broke. ordinarily, I wouldn’t have minded, but this was the necklace given to me by the price of Lower Azabari….
i clasped his hands in mine
LC
I had to clasp my belt. there was a clasp on the buckle of the seat on the airplane. It was an uncomfortable seat, and I really was not pleased with it. I wish I didn’t have to fly. But I want to travel far far away. That’s a problem, right?
The anxiety was tight around her throat, like a choker whose clasp was wired too tight. Breathe, she thought. Breathe and think about gratitude.
The sound struck him with a force that could only be defended by clasping for dear life to his sanity. The volume of the attacks were increasing that it even his resolve could not hold on much longer.
her hand clasped the door knob tightly, she wished to leave the house but she was not allowed, it was her prison, her tomb. she would die here, she know knew that. the doorknob would not budge. she tried again, but no. this was it.
on the bracelet there was a clasp a clasp of hands signalled the end of everything i clasped them to me as if i needed them to breath for me clasp me i can’t think
The clasp came unloose. But the lid was still on tight, which was only what Karen was concerned about. However, its contents were valuable. Nobody within the house was allowed to look at them; they weren’t dangerous, but it could harm someone if it was in the wrong hands; this including family members with good intentions.
to vigorously attack a small chicken in hopes of killing it….yes. It is a violent handhold, OR a normal handhold of which you grab it voluntarily. that is a clasp and that is the proper definition…time is up
to bring two hands together is pretty awesome. it’s kind of fun too. but it could also mean something on a coat, or shirt? a clasp, something to keep something else shut. Yay! for clasps. they can keep things closed orrrr it’s hands together
a braclet that is gold and the clasp fell off when i was a little girl. My dad gave me that bracelet. It was beautiful. It was from the early 1800’s. It had nothing but chain and sparkle, but it was gorgeous to me.
The silly clasp on her belt made her look like she was cut in half.
Not that she really cared, she never really cared about anything that had to due with her appearance.
And truthfully, he really like it that way. She didn’t care, he didn’t care, and they were both incredibly happy sharing their indifference.
Clasp the hands behind his back, stand him up straight and don’t let his legs give out – strength must come from others if not from within. He must stand and be firm in his course or else we will all fall, hands still clasped. London bridges.
grab and hold on to. A clasp is permenent and never releases. It’s a strong hold and most cannot release it. sounds like class.
Though no one saw it, he clasped his hands in triumphant joy as the ceremony came to a close. Everyone around him grumbled while they shuffled out of their seats. He sat there in silence, fixing his gaze onto the stage.
this reminds me of my mothers jewelery. she always has the most facinating pieces and that is probably my most fond memory of her as i was growing up.. watching my mothers face light up as she dolled her self up in jewels. i miss her smile.
She loves you, guy.
I like to be clasped by chad. nothing makes me happier than being enclosed by him. especially when we’re fucking. he wraps one arm around me and holds the back of my head with the other and gets really deep inside of me and stays there, and we just bask. I love him.
We clasped our hands together while we were walking up the hill, ready to see what awaits us. This moment is perfect. I’ve been waiting for this to happen for a long time. I love him. Forever and ever, baby.
The word clasp reminds me of my best friend. I’m not quite sure why, but it does. Maybe its because he has some odd preoccupation with bra hooks, or maybe I’m just weird and making a connection that doesn’t really exist. But best friend = clasp.
I clasped my hands together. I had nothing more to say. I gazed, and continued gazing, and for the life of me could not see behind those impenetrable turquoise eyes. The light was still there, but dimmed.
I turned and walked.
necklace