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I am flushed and warm.
I think I may be enormous,
I am so stupidly happy,
My wellingtons
Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.
There is a green in the air,
Soft, delectable.
It cushions me lovingly.
There's a hint of sweet with a full helping of stubborn and dirty as fuck.
Think only of beautiful splendid.
Frightfully pale and perpetually odd
Full of life and light; blissfully unaware of all the future had in store.
I gazed at myself, no longer with shame, but with joy. I felt, if not exactly strong, then at least potentially so, harmonious, sensuous, almost beautiful.
Sweet as sugar. And then he hardened. I can't 'splain it another way. He was like sugar in a jar that hardens. And after a while you take it out, and it is one rock-solid lump
If I'm with a man I'm soft and buttery.
Too marvelous for words.
CHERFUL IN ALL WEATHERS, NEVER SHERKED A TASK, SPLENDID BEHAVIOUR.
Wonderful; such an active word - to be full of wonder.
Barrage of delectable sensations within her loins. Her whole being awakened to a heightening excitement as his tongue slowly traced around the delicately hued areola, and still she watched as if nothing more than a distant
Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?
She tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth as we kissed, our tongues playing together.
A woman is like fine whisky. Deep and subtle, smooth but strong, warm yet lingering.
She is happy, she is bright.
Frumious. Anything that inspires its own adjective is a force to be feared.
Sweet it was in one sense, honey-sweet, and sent the same tingling through the nerves as her voice, but with a bitter underlying the sweet, a bitter offensiveness, as one smells in blood.
There's just something about you, Bess. You're sweeter than the aroma of the blueberry muffin I devoured with you, prettier than the sun setting over the ocean back home, and tangier than the lemons you squeeze into your water.
You were tender, sweet to the taste and to the touch
This is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight through every pore.
perfection. She's pink and pretty and glistening and perfect.
So bright and golden and fair, so free fro shadow and so lavish of blossom.
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.
I feel like cotton candy: sugar and air. Squeeze me and I'd turn into a small sickly damp wad of weeping pinky-red.
extraordinarily appealing.
Her blush was the color of a coral reef, but smooth.
Charm of the most insidious kind: humorous, self-deprecating, and disarmingly frank and confiding.
The beautiful fragrance of joy is breathtaking.
I am volatile for one, rigid for another, angular as an icicle in silver, or voluptuous as a candle flame in gold.
Lovely is admirable.
She's beautiful, delightful, elegant, exquisite, charming, divine, captivating, gorgeous, stunning, bewitching, admirable, and a million other inadequate words.
Their love was a bright flower, youthful and radiantly beautiful.
He tasted like love to her. Like everything sensual. Dark, dangerous and wholly wonderful.
both touching and somehow repulsive.
the scent of her skin salty with sweat but sweet at the same time, like swimming through an ocean of roses.
Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart.
Her mind was like a spring-tide in full flood; rich, shining, vigorous, and capable of infinite variety.
You see boring. I see brilliant. You see brown hair. I see brown hair with honey highlights. You see normal pale-pink lips. I see bubble gum." "Bubble gum?" She smirked. "That's what you taste like." I nipped her lower lip with my teeth. "Damn bubblegum that never loses its flavor.
I'm sweetness an' motherfuckin' light. Filled from goddamn head to toe wit' love.
Shined, combed, brushed and gorgeous
I love bright words, words up and singing early;
Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing;
Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees;
I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly,
Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees, Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.
She tasted like a Chateau Margaux, perfectly rounded, slightly plumy with an aftertaste of ripe berries.
Fluid and energetic and wild very, very smart and very, very funny.
Sugar's cheek was smooth and taut beneath the veil. It felt like one of these netted onions in a grocery store.
I'd kill for 'somewhat frosty.'
Jesu, the very thought of Thee With sweetness fills the breast.
His kiss is like dark chocolate, bitter and laced with sweetness - an aphrodisiac.
Happyish. Well, happyish isn't so bad.'
'It's the most we can hope for.
I want a brighter word than bright
Hedge was enthralled by her symmetry, yet the word was too cool and dry. She was beautiful.
Enthusiasm is the most beautiful word on earth.
Jesper, you're tall, brown, and conspicuous-"
"All synonyms for delightful.
Strong as stone, supple as a sapling.
The X had released its first wave of chemical optimism, I could feel it float up inside me like a big test balloon and splatter on the roof of my mouth, spraying good cheer. I could almost taste it, like a fizzy pink jelly.
How warm I feel. How icredibly alive and vibrant and heedless every last inch of me feels next to you.
He was like drinking sweetened coffee: a slow warmth that seeped into you and a buzz that built even slower.
I fairly sizzle with zeal, energy, and enthusiasm; eager to do that which ought to be done by me today.
Voluptuous and enveloping like layers of precious fabrics
Rapturous and full bodied performance.
Her vivid smile was like a light held up to dazzle me.
Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman.
Beautiful, delightful, noble, memorable, as is the world, I yet am well content in my shady crevice.
A pleasure so exquisite as almost to amount to pain.
Each caress leaving my nerve endings feeling as tingly as if they'd just been kissed by a shooting star, landing on my skin and leaving it as glistening as a newly formed galaxy.
Ardent, intelligent, sweet, sensitive, cultivated, erudite. These are the adjectives of praise in an androgynous world. Those who consider them epithets of shame or folly ought not to be trusted with leadership, for they will be men hot for power and revenge, certain of right and wrong.
I'm feeling particularly good and wicked at the moment.
His mouth was the only bit of softness on him. Wide and sensual, lips parted slightly in his drugged state, his mouth was profanely beautiful.
I believed devoutly in her power to fascinate him, in her dazzling loveliness. I believed her young, ardent, reckless, disillusioned, under sentence, feverish, avid of pleasure.
I am not sinuous or suave; I sit among you abrading your softness with my hardness, quenching the silver-grey flickering moth-wing quiver of words with the green spurt of my clear eyes.
Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love.
I love the abstract, delicate, profound, vague, voluptuously wordless sensation of living ecstatically.
I've got an adjective that just fits you.
Low gurgling laughter, as sweet As the swallow's song i' the South, And a ripple of dimples that, dancing, meet By the curves of a perfect mouth.
She tasted of ambrosia. Like peaches and blossoms and honey and musk. And just a touch of salt, to make the unbearable sweetness even sweeter still.
I am afloat on a sea of foaming joy and delight.
How she felt when he kissed her- like a tub of roses swimming in honey, cologne, nutmeg and blackberries.
His lips were pure temptation, soft, bitable, sensual in a way only a man's mouth could be.
Her lips were frosted with sugar and faeriedust.
Eschew all those beastly adjectives ...
The rosy gleam of his lip, the fevered gleam of his eyes. There was not a line anywhere on his face, nothing creased or graying; all crisp. He was spring, golden and bright. Envious death would drink his blood, and grow young again.
The same amazing blush he had seen once
Intelligent and alert, wistful but enthusiastic, frank yet tactful, assured without conceit and tender without sentimentality.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
The generous abundance of her passion, without guile or trickery, was like a white flame which penetrated and found response in depths of his own sensuous nature that had never yet been reached.
He loved me like thick molasses on a summer's day. Pure, sweet, sticky, warm, dark.
Her mouth - ah, that lush, sweet mouth - was a garden, and I was on my back, face tipped in adoration to the sun for giving me such brilliance, delightful aromas, and the indescribable lightness of being with her.
It's all about what you feel on the inside - and I'm feeling like a chocolate chip cookie because I had about ten of them last night!
His laughter ... sparkled like a splash of water in sunlight.
It tasted like a shade of white near blue; it tasted like the idea of pearls; it tasted like a memory nearly grasped but lost at the last moment.
She smelled of vanilla and strawberries. She tasted of mint. It sounds like fruit salad but the effect was sweet, innocent and fresh.
Power. Intoxicating. Like a fine wine.
He had a fund of small talk, a pleasant voice, a caressing glance and his moustache was irresistible. Crisp and curly, it curved charmingly over his lip, fair with auburn tints, slightly paler where it bristled at the ends.
Being love-filled and beautiful is almost unconquerable.
I am wrapped round with phrases, like damp straw; I glow, phosphorescent.
JUST LIKE CANDY is a delicious, decadent treat.
good looking in an adorkable kind of way.
Do you know how I feel when I swirl and dance? When I do what I love and proudly prance? I feel great, I feel sparkly, I feel fabulously me. When my inner sun shines I feel nothing but glee.
Soft and sun-warm, see her glide