... joy - Natalia i'm the gin in the gin-soaked boy - Kris And, you know, I make no promises, but here is the second verse, if you wanted to suggest something: I'm the ghost in the machine I'm the genius in the gene I'm the beauty in the beast I'm the sunset in the east I'm the ruby in the dust I'm the trust in the mistrust I'm the Trojan horse in Troy I'm the gin in the gin-soaked boy
... sit with you?" he asked. Simply stunned all I could do was nod my head and gaze at the beauty that now sits beside me. My day at the beach was turning out to be more eventful then planed.... to the side unknowingly, I was shy again as he looked me over taking in everything and leaving nothing unseen. My face grew red and his hands found life again, caressing every inch of my body with the softest ...
... most graceful and willowy arm motion cushioning the trusting cat's fall. It made Sachiko sigh, the beauty of it. She heard a gasp at her left: Ayanokouji-kun. Yamiko-sama set the landed cat...some frisked about one another; some slunk along low to the floor, or the ceiling-beams, stalking unseen prey, eyes closed in feline rapture. And some leapt at one another playfully and wrestled, rolling across...
... good, and let, sometimes the possibility/potential of things unseen go unappreciated. For example: I dont trust most young people ... and that we're too stupid to assimilate? I see beauty around things that sculptors took years to make, i see beauty in things that are overlooked concepts, i see life in...of lust, they will have bred a sence of true beauty out of their existance and with out art as a ...
... the whispered songs of the four winds, braided into bittersweet cacophonies of hope and despair and anguish and beauty. These stones are – the opaque boundaries of our mortality the shadowy corridors through which we are born, the unseen walls within which we live and die the dreaded tombs in which we are buried the deepest foundations of...
... the whispered songs of the four winds, braided into bittersweet cacophonies of hope and despair and anguish and beauty. These stones are – the opaque boundaries of our mortality the shadowy corridors through which we are born, the unseen walls within which we live and die the dreaded tombs in which we are buried the deepest foundations of...
... green girl looked over at her, the pensive look in her eyes softening at the sight of Glinda’s beauty in the pale light, her cheeks and nose flushed from cold, her naked body nearly showing through the threadbare...And I will never love anyone else as long as I live.” It was Elphaba’s turn to frown, unseen. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she said so firmly that Glinda squinted up at her. ...
...’s chief intelligence agent, was charmed by Queen Lucy of Narnia, a young woman of innocent beauty. Innocent, my foot. Golden ringlets swung against her face as she turned and smiled at the main ...a king of the wild Narnians, he had the services of talking beasts and birds who could enter unseen where humans dared not tread. Varis’s contacts among the various countries all reported the same: any...
...governor’s chief intelligence agent, was charmed by Queen Lucy of Narnia, a young woman of innocent beauty. Golden ringlets swung against her face as she turned and smiled at the main object of Varis’s... king of the wild Narnians, he had the services of talking beasts and birds who could enter unseen where humans dared not tread. Varis’s contacts among the various countries all reported the same: ...
... the bird called, in response to The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery, And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses Had the look of flowers that are looked at. There ... In a dim light: neither daylight Investing form with lucid stillness Turning shadow into transient beauty With slow rotation suggesting permanence Nor darkness to purify the soul Emptying the sensual with deprivation...
