Gentle again? I’m waiting for a new word, or maybe I’ve yet to learn the lesson.
How ironic, in writing about the world gentle, I just want to smack the computer screen, or at least shake up my monitor……kind of like an etchy sketch, trying to get a different word.
But, gentle it is, so gentle it will be. Once again, do not go gentle into that good night……so says Dylon Thomas
A gentle caress, a final goodbye. A lie. Loose lips keeping secrets no one else could keep from me. You see, you’re so gentle, but so cold, like the snow. You’ll kill me faster than I can breathe. Then you’ll leave and everyone will see me. Everyone will see.
It is hard to be gentle this early in the morning. I am still asleep and feeling lethargic, gentleness doesn’t cross my mind. Sometimes you hear about mornings coming in gently, not in my head.
the sun was a shimmer on the horizon, and the world seemed still and inexplicably at peace. Ironic though that is with the suffering in the world, that moment seemed to make sense.
The man reaches across the table and squeezes her hand. She looks away from him and sighs. I don’t know what i’m going to do john… It’s not suppose to be like this. A couple at the next table are laughing about something.
in the deepest ocean — bottom of the sea. your eyes. they tempt me. why should i? why should i stay. i’d be crazy not to follow. follow where you lead. your eyes, they tempt me.
Gentle, I’m always saying, “I’ll be gentle”, but even when I try to be gentle, sometimes you just can’t help it but it hurts. And then it makes me sad.
Gentle like the wind. Gentle like a newborns touch. I had long since forgotten what it meant to be gentle. Through her I was learning again, to be soft, caring, to be gentle.
maybe I’ll go home tonight
push through erect characters of night-light
absentees
no white noise
just the wash of slipping into stride
past dormant trees.
I have a friend who is as gentle as the early morning sun. The way he talks and cares for people. It is a rarity to see men like that in our country. I am lucky to have him for a friend.
he is so gentle with me., sometimes i fight it but in the end i always give in to his gentle ways.. gentle with his words gentle with his eyes gentle with his hands.. all of this is nothing and everything.
gentleness is a great quality, gentle people have lots of friends – that are so kind and beatiful their personalities shine because they are nice! plus gentle animals are the ones that get adopted the fastest cause they don;t try to bite your face off!! that is amazing. i wish i was gentle just yesterday i almost bit someones face off.
he had the most gentle hands, soft as silk and warm as the sun against my skin on a hot summer day. His fingers against my cheek as I kissed his smooth soft lips. One hand gently in my hair.
My friend is a kind and gentle individual. I’m not sure what made her so, but I love her deeply. She spends most of her days talking to her online boyfriend in Texas, but I don’t mind I see her on occasion.
I was talking to a friend at church and a guy friend walked by me. He touched my arm and said hi, his look and touch was gentle and I felt like I was supposed to go over to this gentleman and talk to him. I am in love with him but he doesn’t know.
Somewhere was the golden key. Where exactly – that was whispered for many years without result. Old folks spoke of it, young men boasted for it, children played games around it. But all they had was a rumor, nothing more to enliven their dreary days.
I need more cream, she says. I need more cream here. Put it here. I put it where she tells me. I need it, like, inside the thing, with your finger. Jesus Christ, I say, it’s good enough, let’s go.
His hands. So soft. Small, girlish even. I love them. Next to mine they look like child’s hands. Mine that are so strong, thick. They are larger than any man’s I know. His hands are like the rest of his body.
His words were gentle, teasing my ears as much as my hair was teasing them, silken, smooth, quiet. I could have held him then, but he turned away to get in line. The security guards beeped their wands around his waist.
your gentle.
i feel you. your smooth, soft hand
on my stomach
my back
my face
sweet, soft, gentle
it nice
these are the days that i could never
get tired
of.
your smile
so gentle and
perfect.
they say summer nights by the sea are supposed to be that way but i’ve never agreed
there is nothing more violent than the darkness taking over, the surf slipping in quietly malicious, willing to take over whatever lovers have hidden themselves there, ready to drown them
he gently touched my cheek. I stared at him, love shining in my eyes. I couldnt believe that he was mine. I grabbed his hand, savoring the feel of his palm against mine. His hand was warm and dry.
gentle is being very soft and kind to whatever, it is being gentle haha i am a funny guy and a way with the women i still have plenty of time to write this, gentle is a summer breeze and a flower petal, i am liking gentleness
Lovers. My girlfriend, when she touches me. Her eyes, when she looks at me. Her face, when she smiles. The sound of her voice when she says “I love you”.
i am gentle, i am sweet currious soft sheep skin. clouds floating softly. skin on a women, fur light. towel. shower warmth smiles god kisses talking sex dogs
Gentle again? I’m waiting for a new word, or maybe I’ve yet to learn the lesson.
How ironic, in writing about the world gentle, I just want to smack the computer screen, or at least shake up my monitor……kind of like an etchy sketch, trying to get a different word.
But, gentle it is, so gentle it will be. Once again, do not go gentle into that good night……so says Dylon Thomas
A gentle caress, a final goodbye. A lie. Loose lips keeping secrets no one else could keep from me. You see, you’re so gentle, but so cold, like the snow. You’ll kill me faster than I can breathe. Then you’ll leave and everyone will see me. Everyone will see.
i like a gentle rain, in the spring is the best but i dont mind it all the rest of the year, i just like gentle, babies, dogs, kids,
be gentle with me- the boy least likely to
It is hard to be gentle this early in the morning. I am still asleep and feeling lethargic, gentleness doesn’t cross my mind. Sometimes you hear about mornings coming in gently, not in my head.
the sun was a shimmer on the horizon, and the world seemed still and inexplicably at peace. Ironic though that is with the suffering in the world, that moment seemed to make sense.
The man reaches across the table and squeezes her hand. She looks away from him and sighs. I don’t know what i’m going to do john… It’s not suppose to be like this. A couple at the next table are laughing about something.
this is the first part of ‘gentleman’, a word which I think has little meaning nowadays what with the krisis and all.
this is the first part of ‘gentleman’, a word which I think has little meaning nowadays what with the krisis and all.
in the deepest ocean — bottom of the sea. your eyes. they tempt me. why should i? why should i stay. i’d be crazy not to follow. follow where you lead. your eyes, they tempt me.
Gentle, I’m always saying, “I’ll be gentle”, but even when I try to be gentle, sometimes you just can’t help it but it hurts. And then it makes me sad.
i think im a pretty gentle guy, especially because i dont look so gentle, i think it makes me want to be nicer. My ex girlfriend was gentle
She stepped gently through the doorway, eagerly anticipating the first day of her new job, and her new life.
Gentle like the wind. Gentle like a newborns touch. I had long since forgotten what it meant to be gentle. Through her I was learning again, to be soft, caring, to be gentle.
loving, beautiful, fair one
like a spring rain
or beached sun
a child’s laugh
a mother’s touch
or a soft whisper goodbye.
maybe I’ll go home tonight
push through erect characters of night-light
absentees
no white noise
just the wash of slipping into stride
past dormant trees.
I have a friend who is as gentle as the early morning sun. The way he talks and cares for people. It is a rarity to see men like that in our country. I am lucky to have him for a friend.
he is so gentle with me., sometimes i fight it but in the end i always give in to his gentle ways.. gentle with his words gentle with his eyes gentle with his hands.. all of this is nothing and everything.
gentleness is a great quality, gentle people have lots of friends – that are so kind and beatiful their personalities shine because they are nice! plus gentle animals are the ones that get adopted the fastest cause they don;t try to bite your face off!! that is amazing. i wish i was gentle just yesterday i almost bit someones face off.
he had the most gentle hands, soft as silk and warm as the sun against my skin on a hot summer day. His fingers against my cheek as I kissed his smooth soft lips. One hand gently in my hair.
My friend is a kind and gentle individual. I’m not sure what made her so, but I love her deeply. She spends most of her days talking to her online boyfriend in Texas, but I don’t mind I see her on occasion.
I was talking to a friend at church and a guy friend walked by me. He touched my arm and said hi, his look and touch was gentle and I felt like I was supposed to go over to this gentleman and talk to him. I am in love with him but he doesn’t know.
Somewhere was the golden key. Where exactly – that was whispered for many years without result. Old folks spoke of it, young men boasted for it, children played games around it. But all they had was a rumor, nothing more to enliven their dreary days.
I need more cream, she says. I need more cream here. Put it here. I put it where she tells me. I need it, like, inside the thing, with your finger. Jesus Christ, I say, it’s good enough, let’s go.
Gentle, Mom.
Baby blue blanket,
Still warm from the dryer,
Rocking me to sleep.
Gentle, Mom.
His hands. So soft. Small, girlish even. I love them. Next to mine they look like child’s hands. Mine that are so strong, thick. They are larger than any man’s I know. His hands are like the rest of his body.
His words were gentle, teasing my ears as much as my hair was teasing them, silken, smooth, quiet. I could have held him then, but he turned away to get in line. The security guards beeped their wands around his waist.
Gentle? I think of my lover’s touches. The way my dog nuzzles her nose against my leg.
your gentle.
i feel you. your smooth, soft hand
on my stomach
my back
my face
sweet, soft, gentle
it nice
these are the days that i could never
get tired
of.
your smile
so gentle and
perfect.
they say summer nights by the sea are supposed to be that way but i’ve never agreed
there is nothing more violent than the darkness taking over, the surf slipping in quietly malicious, willing to take over whatever lovers have hidden themselves there, ready to drown them
He was sweet, smooth; gentle. His eyes were the kind that any girl noticed. The words he spoke hit her like sun melting ice.
to be careful….gentle…to touch lighting and not hurt it or to avoid hurting it. Such as holding a baby. Gently to not hurt them.
you
your pale blue eyes
your bristley blonde hair
the comfort you provide
the love you spread around
your goofy smile
the faith you have
he gently touched my cheek. I stared at him, love shining in my eyes. I couldnt believe that he was mine. I grabbed his hand, savoring the feel of his palm against mine. His hand was warm and dry.
she said it, but didn’t mean it. The ropes and requests for “spanks” came shortly after…
gentle is being very soft and kind to whatever, it is being gentle haha i am a funny guy and a way with the women i still have plenty of time to write this, gentle is a summer breeze and a flower petal, i am liking gentleness
Lovers. My girlfriend, when she touches me. Her eyes, when she looks at me. Her face, when she smiles. The sound of her voice when she says “I love you”.
i am gentle, i am sweet currious soft sheep skin. clouds floating softly. skin on a women, fur light. towel. shower warmth smiles god kisses talking sex dogs
it was never so easy to be left gently like an unnoticed rain on a blank white day.
I can be gentle and sometimes I want it. But sometimes being touched gently is the most painful thing of all. I love you.