His hands. I love those hands.
Those hands that have slain beasts, wielded swords, strangled demons.
Those hands that caress my cheek, cup my neck, twirl in my hair.
I love those hands.
So terrifyingly omnipotent and docile.
She looked so gentle, as she stepped from the taxi. I had no other words to describe her graceful body unfolding from the tiny backseat, suitcases in hand. My gentle lady had returned to the city, and it was to be my task to protect her. For how else would she survive the harshness of reality?
You are gentle. You are kind. You are afraid. You are special. You are in outer space.
I would be gentle to you. I would take you gently. I would be your soft place. I would love your tender heart. I would protect it. I would put it in my pocket.
I think of puppies, cats, creatures of that nature, but ponds, fields, and beautiful girls you only see in black and white flashbacks on romance movies also pop up. I guess you never really know if something is gentle until you really KNOW it. You think a dog is gentle before it bites you, or a girl before she breaks your heart.
When she first touches his cheek, a gentle brush of skin that just barely leaves an impression like snow falling on a still, frozen lake, he is lost forever.
The man gently set the woman down in the green bladed grass. Her ivory face was nearly blinding in the bright light from the trifecta of suns. As the color drained out of her lips, he bent down to gently brush his mouth against hers for the last time. With that finished he rose, draped his shawl over her body, turned, and walked slowly into the distance.
she’s calm and gentle, speaking soothing words and words the break a heart. her voice is so soft, so small, but so large and loud in my ears, in my head. i can’t get her out. i don’t know if i want her out.
she’s everything and more and things coming from her soothe, like a flower in the wond or autumn and cold weather.
very calming and soothing, everything about it is wonderful, but when i dont have it, all that gets ripped away, and i dont have anything, and its replaced by something awful, because i cant always have the gentle side, because she cant always be around.
Her skin was so smooth. The waves were roaring down on the beach as the night breeze ruffled the sheets. Gently, he ran his hand down her side as she sighed contentedly. He drifted off to sleep again.
The morning came with the sound of gulls, and the smell of salt on the air.
When the minute ends, the hysteria of pushing to write a coherent message in this site will subside. As my bar turns to red, I realize I haven’t written anything about gentle.
caressing loving caring alvaro it is wanted holy teddy bears clouds little kids love happiness glow sunset breeze kiss rain family friends evening I am gentle
Her fingers were gentle, he thought, as she slid them across his rough cheek. She was blessed with gentle, delicate hands, while he had large, rough hands. He wouldn’t trade this moment for the world.
His touch was gentle- it was exactly what she was needing. She sobbed into his arms, crying her heart and soul out to ease her pain. She’d been through a lot, poor girl.
a breeze. tick tock tick tock. too few things fit in with gentle. violence can be polite. forgetting is easy, it’s gentle, but the hangover isn’t. falling in snow, not on ice. falling asleep, not waking up.
I gently tucked her hair behind her ear, smiling down at her. Her bright blue eyes looked back up at me as the rain fell down around us in drizzling sheets, lighter than feathers bursting from a pillow.
I leaned down, and her lips were gentle – soft – against mine, and I knew that I wanted nothing more than this.
The very basic need for human touch is stifling; in a word with 4 billion people, you feel alone when it’s just you and your thoughts in bed at night.
You need someone beside you, you think, because you want to be pleasured. You don’t want somebody beside you just BECAUSE. You want somebody to love you.
Because, at the moment, it’s something of a difficulty to simply love yourself.
subtle is a way you should treat everything around you even if you have a dislike for said thing unless this thing is dead or congitous then you really shouldn’t go near it
There is no night as gentle as the sunset of our youth. The promise of all things so focused on hope. This defines in the small moments of each little decision how we will turn out. Not the big decision just the one to watch the sunset.
little feather pillows have left blindness hissing in my ears and paleness on my skin. white heavens the door to angels the hollow tube the tunneled airy brease.
the truly gentle gentleman is not he for whom it is another formality. it is he who willingly cedes and submits, and listens, but doesn’t always play along. it’s he who abandons pretentions, such as the gentleman i never met.
his gentle hands slid inside my robe as he caressed my heart. gentle is the way we wil always be with each other. because otherwise we will both wilt snd die. gentle is the look in your eye when u find me in the shower. gentle is the way you pick the rose from my teeth when we dance. and gentle is the way
I was feeling calm, so I pet the kitty, and he responded very well. That little fellow sure was mellow, and he didn’t even flinch as I approached him. I stroked his fur for a while, which prompted a flurry of purring. I had to leave, so I patted his head and wished him well.
i think i remain gentle when i talk with people.
I also like when gentle breezes blows in the evening and it would have been so enjoyable with a girlfriend for sure.
Be gentle she said, as she gave him her heart, be gentle he laughed, as he tore it apart, be gentle is written on the box in the mail, be gentle- if it breaks you just made you sale- be gentle with things that are precious to you, if you’re gentle you be able to share it for two.
calming waves lap on the shore. gentle breezes reach across the sand to move your hair from your face in a slow, easy way. softly softly the waves seem to be saying. softly softly. Go.
well it’s sweet, it’s a breeze, it’s a sense that all is turning slowly into place. soft eyes, that will help, soft eyes will definitely help. listening to the twin will help, sinking will help,
Once upon a time there was a young prince, and he decided to marry a beautiful young princess. He was a very gentle lover, and she loved him even more for it. He caressed her with such passion, and never hurt her. Not once. He loved her, and her him, and they lasted for a great deal of time. The amount of time, some would call forever.
one day the gentle wind picked up a flower and said, “let’s go to the lake”. the flower and the gentle wind rested there to beautify the lake forever and ever.
i am gentle when i see there is a reason to be cool about something
gentle ben was once a childhood programme that i did not like
gentle men prefer blonds well I married one
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His hands. I love those hands.
Those hands that have slain beasts, wielded swords, strangled demons.
Those hands that caress my cheek, cup my neck, twirl in my hair.
I love those hands.
So terrifyingly omnipotent and docile.
be genlte, be kind, for you dont know who’s underneath the mask… understand, respect
She looked so gentle, as she stepped from the taxi. I had no other words to describe her graceful body unfolding from the tiny backseat, suitcases in hand. My gentle lady had returned to the city, and it was to be my task to protect her. For how else would she survive the harshness of reality?
You are gentle. You are kind. You are afraid. You are special. You are in outer space.
I would be gentle to you. I would take you gently. I would be your soft place. I would love your tender heart. I would protect it. I would put it in my pocket.
I think of puppies, cats, creatures of that nature, but ponds, fields, and beautiful girls you only see in black and white flashbacks on romance movies also pop up. I guess you never really know if something is gentle until you really KNOW it. You think a dog is gentle before it bites you, or a girl before she breaks your heart.
When she first touches his cheek, a gentle brush of skin that just barely leaves an impression like snow falling on a still, frozen lake, he is lost forever.
loving, careing, soft, touch, nice, slow, relax, love, caress
The man gently set the woman down in the green bladed grass. Her ivory face was nearly blinding in the bright light from the trifecta of suns. As the color drained out of her lips, he bent down to gently brush his mouth against hers for the last time. With that finished he rose, draped his shawl over her body, turned, and walked slowly into the distance.
she’s calm and gentle, speaking soothing words and words the break a heart. her voice is so soft, so small, but so large and loud in my ears, in my head. i can’t get her out. i don’t know if i want her out.
she’s everything and more and things coming from her soothe, like a flower in the wond or autumn and cold weather.
Gentle is a little gent.
very calming and soothing, everything about it is wonderful, but when i dont have it, all that gets ripped away, and i dont have anything, and its replaced by something awful, because i cant always have the gentle side, because she cant always be around.
Her skin was so smooth. The waves were roaring down on the beach as the night breeze ruffled the sheets. Gently, he ran his hand down her side as she sighed contentedly. He drifted off to sleep again.
The morning came with the sound of gulls, and the smell of salt on the air.
When I met him he was subtle and full.
He has lost his soft rope and replaced it with a stick.
I used to love him.
When the minute ends, the hysteria of pushing to write a coherent message in this site will subside. As my bar turns to red, I realize I haven’t written anything about gentle.
caressing loving caring alvaro it is wanted holy teddy bears clouds little kids love happiness glow sunset breeze kiss rain family friends evening I am gentle
Her fingers were gentle, he thought, as she slid them across his rough cheek. She was blessed with gentle, delicate hands, while he had large, rough hands. He wouldn’t trade this moment for the world.
soft, nice, kind loving precious motherly nuturing kittens fluff
His touch was gentle- it was exactly what she was needing. She sobbed into his arms, crying her heart and soul out to ease her pain. She’d been through a lot, poor girl.
a breeze. tick tock tick tock. too few things fit in with gentle. violence can be polite. forgetting is easy, it’s gentle, but the hangover isn’t. falling in snow, not on ice. falling asleep, not waking up.
Treat me with gentle hands, and thoughts. I am fragile. I am alone. Just like you.
I gently tucked her hair behind her ear, smiling down at her. Her bright blue eyes looked back up at me as the rain fell down around us in drizzling sheets, lighter than feathers bursting from a pillow.
I leaned down, and her lips were gentle – soft – against mine, and I knew that I wanted nothing more than this.
The very basic need for human touch is stifling; in a word with 4 billion people, you feel alone when it’s just you and your thoughts in bed at night.
You need someone beside you, you think, because you want to be pleasured. You don’t want somebody beside you just BECAUSE. You want somebody to love you.
Because, at the moment, it’s something of a difficulty to simply love yourself.
subtle is a way you should treat everything around you even if you have a dislike for said thing unless this thing is dead or congitous then you really shouldn’t go near it
gentle man-
fall rain
washes me clean.
There is no night as gentle as the sunset of our youth. The promise of all things so focused on hope. This defines in the small moments of each little decision how we will turn out. Not the big decision just the one to watch the sunset.
little feather pillows have left blindness hissing in my ears and paleness on my skin. white heavens the door to angels the hollow tube the tunneled airy brease.
the truly gentle gentleman is not he for whom it is another formality. it is he who willingly cedes and submits, and listens, but doesn’t always play along. it’s he who abandons pretentions, such as the gentleman i never met.
his gentle hands slid inside my robe as he caressed my heart. gentle is the way we wil always be with each other. because otherwise we will both wilt snd die. gentle is the look in your eye when u find me in the shower. gentle is the way you pick the rose from my teeth when we dance. and gentle is the way
soft nice smooth sweet sensitive sweet tooth loving caring genrous and honest GENTLE!!!!!!
I was feeling calm, so I pet the kitty, and he responded very well. That little fellow sure was mellow, and he didn’t even flinch as I approached him. I stroked his fur for a while, which prompted a flurry of purring. I had to leave, so I patted his head and wished him well.
i think i remain gentle when i talk with people.
I also like when gentle breezes blows in the evening and it would have been so enjoyable with a girlfriend for sure.
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Be gentle she said, as she gave him her heart, be gentle he laughed, as he tore it apart, be gentle is written on the box in the mail, be gentle- if it breaks you just made you sale- be gentle with things that are precious to you, if you’re gentle you be able to share it for two.
calming waves lap on the shore. gentle breezes reach across the sand to move your hair from your face in a slow, easy way. softly softly the waves seem to be saying. softly softly. Go.
well it’s sweet, it’s a breeze, it’s a sense that all is turning slowly into place. soft eyes, that will help, soft eyes will definitely help. listening to the twin will help, sinking will help,
Once upon a time there was a young prince, and he decided to marry a beautiful young princess. He was a very gentle lover, and she loved him even more for it. He caressed her with such passion, and never hurt her. Not once. He loved her, and her him, and they lasted for a great deal of time. The amount of time, some would call forever.
Kind and caring
one day the gentle wind picked up a flower and said, “let’s go to the lake”. the flower and the gentle wind rested there to beautify the lake forever and ever.
i am gentle when i see there is a reason to be cool about something
gentle ben was once a childhood programme that i did not like
gentle men prefer blonds well I married one