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Our language needs endless synonyms for beautiful; the eyes could see what the tongue cannot possibly describe. By Anne Rice Beautiful Describe Language Endless Synonyms

I was sand, I was snow - written on, rewritten, smoothed over. By Margaret Atwood Rewritten Sand Snow Written Smoothed

Charlie says kissing is like baseball without the bat," Sam said."I think it's more like fotball without the pads," Tess laughed. "You ever kiss a girl?""Nah" Sam said. "Tried once, but Stacie Bing popped me in the nose and knocked me out. I woke up in the principal's office.""Really?""Swear. By Ben Sherwood Sam Tess Charlie Bat Said

Never had he kissed lips so soft. He had not known that there were lips so soft in the whole world. Her tongue, though, was sandpaper-rough as it slipped against his. - Who are you? he asked. By Neil Gaiman Lips Soft Kissed World Tongue

The flakes stuck in my eyelashes. They fell on my sleeves. Huge. Flowers and stars. They fell onto each other, held their shapes, became small piles of perfect asterisks and blooms tumbled together in their discrete geometries like children's blocks. By Peter Heller Eyelashes Flakes Stuck Fell Huge

Something like that." "You By Gene Wolfe

But you have such dimples," said Anne, smiling affectionately into the pretty, vivacious face so near her own. "Lovely dimples, like little dents in cream. I have given up all hope of dimples. My dimple-dream will never come true; but so many of my dreams have that I mustn't complain. Am I all ready now? By L.m. Montgomery Anne Dimples Smiling Pretty Vivacious

:Paintings are easy to see," he said after a moment. "Open, presented flat to the eye. Words are not easy. Words have to be discovered, deep in their pages, deciphered, translated, read. Words are symbols to be encoded, their letters trees in a forest, enmeshed, their tangled meanings never finally picked apart. By Catherine Fisher Paintings Words Moment Open Easy

There just aren't enough o's in the word smooth for me, are there? By Lani Diane Rich Word Smooth

We found a way to make things look great to the human eye through the window of a graphical web browser without worrying about what everything looked like under the hood. By Mike Davidson Hood Found Make Things Great

Smooth and ordered on the outside; roiling and chaotic and desperately secretive underneath, but not noticeably so, never noticeably so. By Caroline Knapp Noticeably Smooth Roiling Underneath Ordered

Geillis Duncan had always had a voluptuous abundance of creamy bosom and a generous swell of rounded hip. While still creamy-skinned, she was considerably more abundant and generous, in every dimension visible. She wore a loose muslin gown, under which the soft, thick flesh wobbled and swayed as she moved. The delicate bones of her face had long since been submerged in swelling plumpness, but the brilliant green eyes were the same, filled with malice and humor. I By Diana Gabaldon Duncan Geillis Hip Generous Voluptuous

Im.' The monosyllable was heavy with contempt. 'E's a twat.''Is he?''Yeah, 'e is. Ask Kieran.'She gave the impression that she and Kieran stood together, sane, dispassionate observers of the idiots populating Lula's world. By Robert Galbraith Yeah Kieran Contempt Sane Kieran

Between lips and lips there are cities of great ash and moist summit, drops of when and how, vague comings and goings: between lips and lips as along a shore of sand and glass the wind passes. By Pablo Neruda Lips Summit Drops Vague Passes

The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resembling - a homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy; yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy. By Charles Lamb Resembling Substance Glass Fancy Sugarcandy

Lauren, he murmured.She looked up into his face, into his glazed eyes. Her lips parted to say something cutting, pithy, witty - God, anything would be better than nothing - when he leant toward her, those angry-sky eyes of his growing intense with clarity, and then his mouth was on hers.Lord, he still kisses ... His tongue dipped past her lips, seeking and finding hers with little resistance. He tasted as good as he had fifteen years ago - toothpaste and coffee and him. He tasted as good. He smelt as good. He felt as good. By Lexxie Couper Good Lauren Eyes Face God

How she looks is watered-down.How she looks is disappearing.How she looks is erased."Don't stress", she says. "This is just me not wearing any makeup. By Chuck Palahniuk Erased Stress Disappearinghow Makeup Wearing

Her face is a map of remembered trouble and absorbed guilt, The green eyes look broken, as if their glass has shattered. A motorway pile-up of wrecked mascara. Lashes jeweled with tears. By Glen Duncan Guilt Broken Shattered Face Map

Lips. There was something strangely, delicatelyindelicate about the word, like a kissitself. By Cassandra Clare Lips Strangely Delicatelyindelicate Word Kissitself

Her lips are slightly parted: she, whose lips are usually pressed together with the daily disapprovals of the accountants' office where she has worked continually, except for the months of illness, since she was 18, that is to say, for 16 years and some months. Her lips, when she does not speak or eat, are normally pressed together like the ruled line of a balance sheet, marked straight with her old-fashioned lipstick, a final and judjing mouth, a precision instrument. By Muriel Spark Lips Months Parted Continually Illness

It's just snow," Lesa said, rolling her eyes. "It's not going to hurt you."Kimmy smoothed her hands over her blond hair. "Sugar melts.""Yeah, and shit floats." Lesa took her seat, yanking out last night's English homework. By Jennifer L. Armentrout Lesa Snow Rolling Eyes Kimmy

He saw the reflection of her face in a compact mirror as she painted on her re lips. She did it with such care, he had felt she was trapping something behind the colour.She had touched life, played with it a little, bit it was a slippery bugger,and finally we must close the door, and leave it behind. By Rachel Joyce Lips Reflection Face Compact Mirror

The kiss was brief, but when I pulled away, his expression made my day. He stared down at me, his eyes wide and the pupils slightly dilated. His lips were parted and that bolt in his tongue glittered. The tops of his cheekbones were flushed. He looked ... He looked gobsmacked. By Jennifer L. Armentrout Day Kiss Pulled Expression Made

Lex surfed wicked, like the devil. He wasn't afraid of anything, seemed like. He grinned at West as the waves came up toward them like towers of green glass, an emerald city. We're off to see the wizard, he shouted. He whooped. His body crouched ready to fly. He shone against the sun. By Francesca Lia Block Lex Wicked Devil Surfed West

Pretty is different,' he murmured. 'Pretty has no scars. You are ... ' jaw muscles tensed again. 'Like the morning sky in Afghanistan. Not 'pretty'. Word's 'breathtaking'. By Aleksandr Voinov Pretty Murmured Afghanistan Scars Word

You have dimples in your cheeks and a cleft in your chin.""My mother dropped me on my face as a child. I'm severely dented. What can I say? By Amy Harmon Chin Child Dimples Cheeks Cleft

Her toes were pure glass. Smooth, clear, shining glass. Glinting crescents of light edged each toenail and each crease between the joints of each digit. Seen through her toes, the silver spots on the bed sheet diffused into metallic vapours. By Ali Shaw Glass Pure Toes Smooth Clear

Is there any point asking what you're going to make me do on Sunday?''Not really.'Okay. 'Is there any point asking what you're going to do to me?'He grinned wickedly. 'Not really.'Fabulous. 'Does it involve the use of a safe word?''That will depend entirely on you.' Noah moved impossibly closer, just inches away. A few freckles disappeared into the scruff on his jaw. 'I'll be gentle,' Noah added. My breath caught in my throat as he looked at me from beneath those lashes, ruining me.I narrowed my eyes at him. 'You're evil.'In response, Noah smiled, and raised his finger to gently tap the tip of my nose. 'And you're mine,' he said, then walked away. By Michelle Hodkin Sunday Point Noah Really Make

Sharp. Intense. Powerful. Intoxicating.Just like Killian.Damn it all.Before she could stop herself, Sadie took an involuntary step back. Killian countered, taking one step closer, and his lips tilted into a lopsided grin.Shit on a stick.How annoying. By Sara Humphreys Sharp Intense Powerful Sadie Step

tersely. Then the line By David Baldacci Tersely Line

Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss ... " He turned to me. "But every once in a while, you find someone who's iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare. By Wendelin Van Draanen Flat Satin Gloss Dipped Turned

The fabric of Lady Islay's gown certainly cost as much as Claribel's entire quarterly allowance. It was a pearly silk taffeta shot with threads of silver. Her breasts were scarcely covered, and from there the gown fell straight to the ground in a hauntingly beautiful sweep of cloth.The pink brought out the color of her hair- burnt amber enticed with brandy and buttercup. If only she had left it free around her face and perhaps created some charming curls! Claribel made up her mind to tell her privately about the newest curling irons. She herself had lovely corkscrew curls bobbing next to her ears. By Eloisa James Lady Islay Allowance Fabric Cost

I steered my lips across his jawline and to his mouth. I kissed him. These were open-mouth kisses, young people's kisses, hungry and full at the same time, in love, at home. By Augusten Burroughs Mouth Kisses Steered Lips Jawline

Underneath the moonlight, we laid and laughedlike run-on sentences, kissed like ellipses, andyou held me so close that I wear my bones down smoothagainstthe grain of your skin. By Shinji Moon Underneath Moonlight Sentences Kissed Ellipses

How do you feel, Georgie?" whispered Mrs. Weasley.George's fingers groped for the side of his head."Saintlike," he murmured."What's wrong with him?" croaked Fred, looking terrified. "Is his mind affected?""Saintlike," repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. "You see ... I'm HOLEY, Fred, geddit? By J.k. Rowling Saintlike Georgie Mrs Fred Feel

Slattern! What a wonderful new word. 'Slattern,' I murmur appreciatively to Patricia.'Yes, slattern,' Bunty says firmly. 'That's what she is.''Not a slut like you then?' Patricia says very quietly. Loud enough to be heard, but too quiet to be believed. By Kate Atkinson Slattern Patricia Bunty Word Firmly

Grapes are juicy. Strawberries. Oranges. Good pork chops are succulent," said Dusty. "But the word isn't accurately descriptive of a person."Smiling with delight, Ahriman said, "Oh, really, not accurately descriptive? Be careful housepainter. Your genes are showing. What if I were a cannibal? By Dean Koontz Grapes Juicy Strawberries Accurately Descriptive

After he got hammered one night at a high place about Lens Lake called the Grade, his parents found him standing in the kitchen."What if there was a language with only one word in it?" he asked."It would be easy to learn," said his mother."And with that word they would say everything every time they spoke," said Pierre."Yeah, that would be some language," said his father. "What are you on?""Just drinking," said Pierre. "Just good old American drinking. By Tom Drury Yeah Grade Pierre Lens Lake

George could only stare at the young lady's kindling face, which lighted up all in a moment, and was suddenly beautiful, like some transparency which seems a dingy picture till you put a lamp behind it. The young surgeon could only stare wonderingly at Mr. Sleaford's daughter, for he hadn't the faintest idea what she and his friend were talking about. By Mary Elizabeth Braddon George Face Moment Beautiful Stare

Groovy? Is that some kind of code word? By Brandon Sanderson Groovy Word Kind Code

Lin-da." He parted the syllables very slightly, as with a comb. By Emily Fridlund Linda Slightly Comb Parted Syllables

Watch the way the words affected her . . . the way the light went out of her eyes . . . the way she stiffened as though he'd struck her. "You're horrible," she said, simply. Honestly. In that moment, as she looked at him, all calm accusation, he hated himself enough for both of them. But he was a master at hiding his emotions. "It seems that way." The words were flippant. Forced. By Sarah Maclean Watch Affected Words Eyes Simply

She smiled like knife on a velvet, she stretched like cat on the sun. By Patrick Rothfuss Velvet Sun Smiled Knife Stretched

All true language is incomprehensible, like the chatter of a beggar's teeth. By Antonin Artaud Incomprehensible Teeth True Language Chatter

The high, thin nose was a little lonely, a little sad, but the bud of her lips opened and closed smoothly, like a beautiful little circle of leeches. By Yasunari Kawabata High Thin Lonely Sad Smoothly

His body was tubby but his arms apparently couldn't understand that, for they were long and scrawny. From his brow to an inch below his eyes, his nose turned up; from there on, down. His short upper lip slanted sharply toward his tonsils, which had the effect of making his chinlessness positively jut.( ... )The bartender was fascinated by the way the teardrops proceeded down Biddiver's amazing nose. One drop would dash almost halfway, and then hesitate, daunted by the hump. Then it would be joined by another teardrop, and the two, merging, would surmount the obstacle and slip down to hang glittering over the disappearing lip until a sob came along to shake them off. By Theodore Sturgeon Scrawny Body Tubby Arms Apparently

Eleanor looked like her mother through a fish tank. Rounder and softer. Slurred. Where her mother was statuesque, Eleanor was heavy. Where her mother was finely drawn, Eleanor was smudged. By Rainbow Rowell Eleanor Mother Tank Looked Fish

...words so precisely placed that in combination with other words, also precisely placed, they carve out a shape in space and time. By Stanley Fish Precisely Time Words Combination Carve

Her dark brown eyes were staring straight at him. "Pretty teeth." She had a light Texan accent. Not as hearty as the others he'd been hearing on his ride from California. "Long."Her right index finger was in his mouth. It suddenly occurred to him that he hadn't yet retracted his canines. She smiled at him. "You're pretty too." Wow, she was REALLY drunk. With a sudden surge of strength, she slammed Zach against the far alley wall. Thenshe was leaning into him, "I've never seen anyone as pretty as you." Zach had been called a lot of things in his lifetime, "pretty" had never been one of them. She growled as she smiled ... uh, no ... leered at him.She kissed him By Shelly Laurenston Pretty Dark Brown Eyes Staring

I'm flatulent in many languages. By John R. Erickson Languages Flatulent

Her beauty must have been exhausting and not to mention troublesome. Glitter swiftly made it's way into the vibrant strands that graced her lavish eyelashes. Each blink, each pressing moment, time seemed to have stopped and I felt as if, her charm could fill an entire room and with every set of eyes locked onto her, somehow the glare of her shimmering wet lipgloss could take care of everyones problems. That as soon as her heavenly music flowed through their wine glasses, that they too were apart of something such bigger, much grander. I believed, when I stood beside her; I became more handsome. By Brandon Villasenor Troublesome Beauty Exhausting Mention Glitter

Lilac curled her upper lip in a dead-eyed sneer, and it made my skin crawl. The girl looked like she might fillet me and have me for a snack later. She made the Dale R. Fielding High School Cheer Squad look like Barney and Friends, and I vowed to give her a wide berth. By Veronica Wolff Lilac Sneer Crawl Curled Upper

What a beautiful and chaste-looking mouth! from floor to ceiling, lines, or rather papered with a glistening white membrane, glossy as bridal satins. By Herman Melville Lines Mouth Ceiling Membrane Glossy

Like piles of dry wood with red-hot coals underneath. By Henry Cisneros Underneath Piles Dry Wood Redhot

Screwy," I said. "Is that a medical term?" "Of course. By Ilona Andrews Screwy Term Medical

I like to say it like it is. By Romario

abysmally beshitted. By Stephen King Abysmally Beshitted

I will speak with a straight tongue. By Chief Joseph Tongue Speak Straight

Her life had taken on the shape of a terrible mistake. She hadn't been given the proper tools to make a real life with, she decided, that was it. She'd been given a can of gravy and a hair-brush and told, "There you go." She'd stood there for years, blinking and befuddled, brushing the can with the brush. By Lorrie Moore Mistake Life Shape Terrible Decided

the way the dew sparkled as if a careless hand had spilled a thousand translucent gemstones on the lush green blades By Nalini Singh Blades Dew Sparkled Careless Hand

What's that there Slivovitz like?" Helmholtz asked the bartender, squinting at a dusty bottle on the bottom row. He had just finished a sloe gin rickey. "I didn't even know we had it," said the bartender. He put the bottle on the bar, tilting it away from himself so he could read the label. "Prune brandy," he said. "Believe I'll try that next," said Helmholtz. By Kurt Vonnegut Slivovitz Bartender Helmholtz Bottle Prune

She tangled her wordslike matted fishing lines By Debbie Okun Hill Lines Tangled Wordslike Matted Fishing

I jokingly refer to the word 'gourmet' as the 'g' word. By Arthur Schwartz Gourmet Word Jokingly Refer

a confused heap of mingle-mangle"). By James Gleick Minglemangle Confused Heap

His face was so ravaged, it was like looking at death itself. Except for the smooth, silvered part of it. By creeping degrees, his human hand lifted. He turned it over, showing a bloody palm. His cracked lips moved. Beloved.He could not say the word, but I knew it. So did his Fool. By Robin Hobb Ravaged Face Death Smooth Silvered

Holy cow," Chloe said faintly."No kidding," Gwen breathed.The sexy Fae prince flashed them a smile that was pure devilish charm, sexy and playful and mischievous, briefly catching the tip of his tongue between white teeth, before his lip curved, dark eyes sparkling gold.Gabby groaned. She choked on it hastily, camouflaging it with a dry little cough. Her own private stash of eye candy had just been made available for public consumption and she didn't like it one bit. Apparently she wasn't the only one."Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Dageus?" Drustan said irritably."Och, aye," Dageus said darkly. "You liked him better invisible too?""Och, aye.""Should I curse him again?""Och, aye."Adam threw back his head and laughed, eyes sparkling with gold fire. "Bloody hell, it's good to be back," he purred. By Karen Marie Moning Och Chloe Gwen Fae Sexy

more smoothly than you have done this By Elizabeth Chater Smoothly

And Gray ... Gray was finished. Done for. Completely and hopelessly lost in the softest, most tender embrace he'd ever known. He held her face in his hands, brushing light kisses over her lips. Kissing her slowly, carefully, as though he were only just learning about kissing-because he was. Not learning how to kiss, but learning why to kiss. Not in persuasion, not as a prelude to further liberties. Simply to discover the taste of her, delicate and fresh and exquisitely sweet. To tell her things he didn't dare express in words. To tell her things he had no words to express. He kissed her for no greater pleasure than to kiss, because at that moment, kissing her felt like the greatest pleasure imaginable.He pressed his lips to her cheeks, her brow, her eyelids, her hair, interspersing his kisses with little endearments in every language he knew. Then, eyes closed, he rested his forehead against hers and waited. Leaving the choice to her. By Tessa Dare Gray Kiss Learning Kissing Things

She smiled at him, though her hazel-green eyes were wary beneath the brim of a sodden hat. Right at that moment, staring at her across the hall, Gideon Shaw, cynic, hedonist, drunkard, libertine, fell hopelessly in love. By Lisa Kleypas Hat Smiled Hazelgreen Eyes Wary

There," she said triumphantly. "Like that."He began to wonder if they were speaking the same language."Like what?""That! What you just said."He crossed his arms. It seemed the only acceptable reply. If shecouldn't speak in complete sentences, he saw no reason why hehad to speak at all. By Julia Quinn Triumphantly Speak That Language Said

There were so many ways he could have answered her snarky question. But sometimes, direct worked best. Leaning forward, he hooked a finger in the waistband of her pants and tugged. She stepped forward without hesitation and met his mouth hungrily.Well, hello.[ ... ]She wound her hands into his hair, arching against him so that her thighs pressed against his. With the added height from her heels, everything lined up perfectly. Center to center, mouth to mouth, heart to heart. By Cari Quinn Question Answered Snarky Mouth Forward

Iris neatened up the rows of mugs. A newish collection caught her eye. "Is this supposed to be Snow White and the seven dwarfs?" "I think so. Though Snow White looks like she melted a little bit." "So did the little guys. Look, here's Sleazy. And Dumpy." She began to line them up. "And Dumpier." Iris pulled By Nancy Warren Mugs Snow White Neatened Rows

An ellipsis is a giant ocean of possibilities. By Jami Attenberg Possibilities Ellipsis Giant Ocean

All her life she had wanted to squeeze the toothpaste really squeeze it,not just one little squirt ... The paste coiled and swirled and mounded in the washbasin. Ramona decorated the mound with toothpaste roses as if it was a toothpaste birthday cake By Beverly Cleary Squeeze Squirt Toothpaste Life Wanted

got her a can of Coke out of the fridge. "You want a glass?" She shook her head. Jean-Claude was leaning against the wall, staring at me as I moved about the kitchen. "I don't need a glass either," he said softly. "Don't get cute," I said. "Too late," he said. I had to smile. The By Laurell K. Hamilton Coke Fridge Glass Head Jeanclaude

And carefully ... tenderly ... taking my time with every brushstroke, I sketch the curve of her neck, apply the crimson of her lips, form her face into a two-dimensional tribute to her beauty. By Amy Plum Carefully Tenderly Taking Brushstroke Neck

The eyes of men converse as much as their tongues, with the advantage that the ocular dialect needs no dictionary, but is understood all the world over. By Ralph Waldo Emerson Tongues Dictionary Eyes Men Converse

... deceitful!" she decided with a little bounce of fury that briefly ballooned the silk of her trousers. "There! You deceitful ... ""Gillia ... "" ... misleading, dishonest, insincere ... ""Those are all the same words, Gill - ""Ooh! Liar!" She'd managed to get her hands on a small pillow. He ducked just as it whizzed past him. In justice, however, it did strike the mosaic vase behind him on an engraved mahogany pedestal, and it tipped and spun on its base before landing in a shattered heap on the bare floor. "Now, look what you've done!" she accused tearfully and bolted from the room. By V.s. Carnes Trousers Deceitful Decided Bounce Fury

A perfectly placed word is like apples of gold in pictures of silver. By Louise Benson Silver Perfectly Word Apples Gold

There was nothing glamorous about the kiss. It was breathy and sloppy and noisy, more passion than finesse, but it was like a hit of speed trippingthrough his blood, rippling pleasure through his thighs and buttocks and belly, their heads twisting greedily in time to the wild buck of his hips. By Amy Andrews Kiss Glamorous Noisy Finesse Blood

When he spoke, his words seared through the air like so many knives, clipped as topiary, crisp as biscuits. By Terry Pratchett Spoke Knives Clipped Topiary Crisp

His dark eyes were hot."Drink the coffee," he growled.Coffee. Right. She had to hold the cup with both hands, otherwise she'd spill the hot coffee all over herself and all over this beautiful bed. She tipped her head back against the headboard and sipped. God, it was delicious. Sharp, yet with a smooth smoky taste. Some outrageously expensive blend, no doubt. She took another sip. Perfect.His hand continued stroking her breast, movements lazy. "Good?" he asked."Wonderful.""Give me a taste," he said suddenly, stretching over to cover her mouth with is. Oh lord, she could simply sink into his kisses. This one was long, languid, the strokes of his hand on her breast echoed by his tongue in her mouth. He lifted his head for a second, then moved in more closely, tongue deeper in her mouth. He lifted his head again and smiled down at her. "It is delicious. By Lisa Marie Rice Drink Hot Growledcoffee Mouth Coffee

Slowly, quietly, like snow-flakes - like the small flakes that come when it is going to snow all night - little flakes of me, my impressions, my selections, are settling down on the image of her. The real shape wil be quite hidden in the end. By C.s. Lewis Slowly Quietly Flakes Snowflakes Night

Mr. Robinson was a polished sort of person. He was so clean and healthy and pleased about everything that he positively shone - which is only to be expected in a fairy or an angel, but is somewhat disconcerting in an attorney. By Susanna Clarke Robinson Person Polished Sort Shone

As an adult, I have often been deep in serious conversation with someone I've highly respected and seen them roll an eye as my mouth has mangled yet another magnificently conceived, clumsily articulated sentence. In my mind, the words are mellifluous as honey. In my mouth, they are shards of glass. By Kate Forsyth Adult Conceived Clumsily Sentence Mouth

Then her imagination ran away with her. In Beckit's head, her super-hot former stalker was just about to kiss all of her sorrows away.In real life, he was simply removing a small glop of toothpaste that had ended up on the outside of Beckit's mouth.Nice. Wonderful. Faaantastic.Beckit cringed inside as her embarrassment was rivaled only by her newfound hatred for wandering fluoride. By M.a. Wilder Beckit Imagination Ran Head Life

I have a dream." "Is your dream very big?" "No." "Well is it very grand?" "Not either." "Neither?" "Neither." "What is it then?" "It is very shiny. By C. Joybell C. Dream Big Grand Shiny

Alex touches her arm. "You look nice.""Nice?" she repeats. "Try harder, Alex."He flushes adorably. "Really nice," he says."Next time, try this," Harry says. He reaches for my hand. "Franny, I didn't know what beauty was until I saw you walking toward us a minute ago."I like this better," I say, pulling away. "At least he sounded like he meant it.""I meant it," Harry says, almost irritably. By Claire Lazebnik Harry Nice Alex Arm Touches

The accent was warm and soft and undeniably Northern. When I turned around, I was staring into a pair of beautiful crystal-blue eyes. "Wow," I whispered. I scanned the paint swatches, wondering if such a shade of blue would look good on the exterior of my house. "Mr. Johnson said you might need help selecting paint." "It's impossible," I muttered. "I just wanted to buy some blue paint. Why is this so complicated?" The handsome man stepped closer to my side. "It isn't, really. Just pick what you like." I like crystal-blue. Luckily, I didn't say those words aloud. By Sydney Logan Northern Paint Accent Warm Soft

Her nose was perfect; her lips exquisite. Like a master placing a go stone on the board after long deliberation, he placed the details of her beauty one by one in the misty dark and drew back to savour them. By Yukio Mishima Perfect Exquisite Nose Lips Deliberation

Words strain, Crack and sometimes break, under the burden, Under the tension, slip, slide, perish, Decay with imprecision, will not stay in place, Will not stay still. By T. S. Eliot Slip Slide Perish Crack Decay

Startled, he loosed his grasp and she pulled free. He clutched her arm, but she spun around and pressed her mouth to his. His lips were rough, chapped. She felt the sting of fangs against her bottom lip. He made a sharp sound in the back of his throat and closed his eyes. Mouth opening under hers. The smell of him- of cold, damp stone- made her head swim. One kiss slid into another and it was perfect, was exactly right, was real. By Holly Black Startled Free Loosed Grasp Pulled

Resonably neat and clean?" Adrienne said incredulously. "that man is flawless from head to toe! He makes David and the Greek gods and Pan seem all out of proportion. He is raw sex in a bottle, uncorked. And somebody should cork it! He's -accck! Bah!" Adrienne spluttered and stuttered as she belatedly realised her words. Lydia was laughing so hard tears misted her eyes. By Karen Marie Moning Resonably Clean Neat Adrienne David

I love it when you look at me like that,' he murmured, his fingers kneading into the plump flesh of her cheeks, 'How am I looking at you?' she managed. 'Like you want to eat me alive, but you don't have a spoon. By Cherrie Lynn Murmured Cheeks Love Fingers Kneading

I'd like to look below my eyes and see not language staring back at me, not sentences or single words or awkward pen lines, but a surface clear and burnished as glass. By William H Gass Lines Glass Eyes Language Staring

But inside your sob-sodden KleenexAnd your Saturday night panics,Under your hair done this way and that way,Behind what looked like reboundsAnd the cascade of cries diminuendo,You were undeflected.You were gold-jacketed, solid silver,Nickel-tipped. Trajectory perfectAs through ether. By Ted Hughes Solid Saturday Goldjacketed Inside Sobsodden

Word meanings are like stretchy pullovers, whose outline contour is visible, but whose detailed shape varies with use. By Jean Aitchison Word Pullovers Visible Meanings Stretchy

I would like to write you so simply, so simply, so simply. Without having anything ever catch the eye, excepting yours alone, ... so that above all the language remains self-evidently secret, as if it were being invented at every step, and as if it were burning immediately By Jacques Derrida Simply Write Eye Excepting Catch

We say that the words were smooth, caressing, hard, sharp, and so on: all words that refer to body touching. Indeed we can kill or elate with words as body experiences. By Humberto Maturana Caressing Hard Sharp Smooth Touching

I am demonstrating to you how tasty I think words are. I'm having sex with words in front of you. I'm playing around with them. I'm getting off. I'm trying to titillate you. There's this magical substance, language, that I'm laying out for you. Then you're going to fondle it. By Wayne Koestenbaum Words Demonstrating Tasty Sex Front