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- to wit, 'the sweat of the brow.
He felt like an old sponge steeped in paraffin and left in the sun to dry.
Water you dead bastard
Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?
It's wetter than a taco fart down there and just as smelly," Mr.
When I am holding a water balloon, so many things look so unnecessarily dry.
a bag of wet farts. But
Ah, you've come over the water. Powerful wet stuff, ain't it?
Is it solid or cream filled?" Dallas screams.
No one here likes a wet dog.
Moist had seen the Falls before and that's just what they were ... falls. Pretty good falls by the standard of falls, but once you'd looked at them for a few minutes undoubtedly someone would say; 'Where can we get a coffee around here?
I felt something wet trickle down the side of my face. I reached up and swiped the salty wetness away.
How quaint.
How very quaint.
Like believing some things last forever.
A tear. As if that could make a difference.
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
I'm a wet liberal really, and always have been. But I'm sort of an aggressive wet liberal.
Drying, the storm mumbles, / like a freshly washed apron.
It's raining. Inside my head.
beads of sweat had collected between her breasts and her legs felt slick with moisture.
Betcha I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons, got buffoons eating my pussy while I watch cartoons.
Earth's sweat, the sea.
Welcome to fear, Moist said to himself. It's hope, turned inside out.
My brain feels like a cool, deep lake.
Are you fucking kidding me? How do you get this wet? Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. I don't even ... ohhhhh God. It's all over your legs. Oh baby, I'm gonna fuck you so hard.
It's so dry the trees are bribing the dogs.
I love to sweat.
Beh oui. Better sticky than burned.
It's rainy here today.
Humid the air! Leafless, yet soft as spring. The tender purple spray on copse and briers! And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, she needs not June for beauty's heightening. Lovely all the time she lies ...
It was pretty miserable wretches that minded at all whether they were wet or dry. He could not understand why such people had been born. "It's nothing but damned eccentricity to want to be dry" he would say. "I've been wet more than half my life and never been a whit the worse for it.
The earth is soaked and soggy with rain. Everything is drinking its fill and the surplus gluts the drains. The sky is full of it and lies low over the earth, heavy and dense. Even the sea is wetter than usual!
There is something softer than the water: The touch of the love!
Her eyes are huge and humid.
Are you wet for me, Mary? I think you are. I think you're covered with honey.
Darkness fell like a wet sponge.
Amazingly flaverly? Or flavored with amazin?
-Francis Vallejo
I'm leaking brain lubricant.
I love the word warm.
It is almost unbearable
so moist and breathlike.
A dry soul is wisest and best.
Dry Skin Reliever
It was a hot, moist armpit of a night...
Yum his lips were soft, wet and warm, tasted of honey. He looked hot today; a dark, tight blue tank top showed off his six-pack and muscular arms. The blue in his eyes were luminous.
Cold, like swallowed tears.
A light rain touches my cheek like an angel's butterfly kisses.
You're so fucking wet that you drenched my fingers through your panties. Do you know how fucking sexy that is? Do you know how hard that makes me?
Special kinda warm,
I am like a lemon. I'm pressed for more juice. When I have fun, there's still juice. I am not dried up.
water clings to my wrists. it has been my fragrance since birth.
Sometimes i get up at dawn, and even my soul is wet.
Water is gold in the desert.
There is a green in the air,
Soft, delectable.
It cushions me lovingly.
Your breasts. Your nipples. The insides of your thighs. I want you wet for me, baby. A little drunk and a whole lot wet.
Your hair is still wet!
The person you love is 72.8% water, and it hasn't rained for weeks.
You have to eat oatmeal or you'll dry up. Anybody knows that.
She might be a little introverted, livelier of movement than of conversation, neither bashful nor forward, with a soul that seemed submerged, but in a radiant moistness. Opalescent on the surface but translucent in her depths ...
When you get wet, it usually means something good.
The chicken is a little dry and/or you've ruined my life.
I'll get you wetter than a banana in a women's prison.
She was wet with my crying. Up around her collar the cotton of her dress was plastered to her skin. I could see her darkness shining through the wet places. She was like a sponge, absorbing what I couldn't hold anymore.
Tiramisu for desert.
I feel like cotton candy: sugar and air. Squeeze me and I'd turn into a small sickly damp wad of weeping pinky-red.
Water....I'm thirsty not dirty.
The soft droppes of rain perce the hard marble.
My hole is warm and full of light.
i am soft again.
there is water and it surrounds me.
there is feeling and i can feel it.
i am awake and alive
and swollen and heavy with love.
i am changing
and i am loving change.
Stay crunchy, even in milk.
Only I had dry eyes, a dry heart.
What is the English for 'Refreshing towelette'?
We all are filled up with vacuum.
Just need the right one to burst out.
- The Drenched Writer
The field was wet, the lane was wet, and the spirits of my mechanic and helper were damp.
I've got soggy thighs. It must be dinner time.
A WATERY BLISS
As busy as an ice cream freezer,
On a Sunday getting hotter,
Happy is the honey eater-
The busy ocean otter,
Floating alongside Teter,
On a sea full of water.
Thank you for the oil," he added. "My skin was a little dry.
His eyes are two buckets of rainwater: deep, fresh, clear. Hurt.
topped with whipped cream, chopped nuts
Why don't you get out of that wet coat and into a dry martini?
The morning was so damp and misty
Wet, wet, the interior of the island, they said, bog and marsh, rivers and chains of ponds alive with metal-throated birds. The ships scraped on around the points. And the lookout saw shapes of caribou folding into fog.
It gets too hot in there after a long test," he told Ehren. "The air gets all squishy." "It's called humidity, Tavi," Ehren said. "I haven't slept in almost two days. It's squishy.
Water. Like a blanket. Dark. Intoxicating. Cold.
I hate dry turkey. I may have over-basted it. Who am I kidding, though? No such thing. You'll eat my fucking turkey and lick your fingers when you're done.
I am pretty sarcastic and pretty dry.
It's evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust.
The sky's gray and there's mizzle. It's so soft on my skin
it's nothing like rain. It's even softer than the lightest drizzle! Lift my face up, so it can kiss my skin. The Panopticon
Surely one may as profitably be soaked in the juices of a swamp for one day as pick his way dry-shod over sand. Cold and damp ? are they not as rich experience as warmth and dryness?
You thought you'd never see me again. You loooove me and you miiiissed me. You--Holy hell. Are those tears? Are you crying?"
"I just have something in my eye."
"You're right. No tears here, either. Definitely the rain. It's really wet out here.
Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
It is the fine rain that soaks us through.
No sticky till I no longer feel icky, you feel me?
I'm sorry, I got you all snotty and wet.
How about slipping out of those wet things and into a dry Martini?
Do you wanna see something swell?
Is a frog's ass watertight?
rain, I don't mind
We are over 60 percent water by weight. We're just a big ball of ... blob of water, with enough organic thickener added so we don't dribble away on the floor.
Dry wells send us to the fountain.
Still, I may have been glad to scratch the dry surface of our day-to-day peaceableness the way Violetta had clawed the sere crust on her limbs, anything to get something bright and liquid flowing again, out in the open and slippery between our fingers.
It's raining questions around here. A person could drown in them.
Completely dried up, They've become beans.
Only cream and SOBs rise to the top.
It's madness, of course', thought Moist. 'But now I've got it, too.