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Stretched and skewed
Tap of the 8-ball and the cue
Scratches fall through
They are the scars of you
her cheeks splotched red from the cold, as she
His features were smudged and indistinct, as though a thumb had smeared itself across an ink drawing of a face. His
bent ostentatiously to her work.
There is a hickey on my forehead!
revealing a splotchy red forehead, shiny with sweat.
A face that looked like it had been whittled out of driftwood.
Caught between the tongue and the taste.
varieties of sunken cheek, cadaverous
All well - from the neck down.Neck-- Aby Warburg
She looked as if she'd swallowed an assortment of her own hangnails.
the skin was yellow, the eyes slightly slanted;
She has the same pinched look as her mother did. She
Today the man looked a bit . . . chewed. No, humans wouldn't say "chewed." Frazzled. Was that the human equivalent?
A cut scarred where a caress faded away.
Straight? So is spaghetti until you heat it up
..all shiny cheeks and full lips.
Her eyelashes lay on her cheek, but they were not extraordinarily thick or long. Her eyebrows would benefit from plucking, but they were elegantly curved.
Safe word is Pickle
Eyes that droop like summer flowers.
Ll shiny cheeks and full lips.
Its face crinkled up grotesquely, the eyes narrowing like those of a laughing Buddha, the lips peeling back to expose a sickle of brilliant teeth.
What a beautiful and chaste-looking mouth! from floor to ceiling, lines, or rather papered with a glistening white membrane, glossy as bridal satins.
Old, like swallowed tears.
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.
Tighter than a straight man's butt cheeks in prison
Lips. There was something strangely, delicately
indelicate about the word, like a kiss
itself.
His neck is thin, and his Adam's apple prominent, as though he has swallowed a peach pit at some point in his life and it has been lodged there ever since.
tightly, without
I put my hand in my pocket and squeeze my rocks and wonder if there is a word for the marks you get on your palm when you squeeze something so hard that the skin is on the verge of ripping.
A very scurvy fellow.
When life gives you lemons, get rid of that grimace and use that pucker for a kiss!
Wrinkles on the brow are the imprints of exploits.
He didn't even know the effect those dimples had on my girly parts. One word: Ijustgotpregnant. Yeah, that's one word.
Fact, you could say that Rosa Hubermann had a face decorated with constant fury. That was how the creases were made in the cardboard texture of her complexion.
Dr. Wintermute beheld Mrs. Pinchbeck befeathered, beribboned, crinolined, corseted, frizzled, and festooned, though not wasted.
He looks as though he's been weaned on a pickle.
This guy had more lines than loose-leaf.
Many a man inlove with a dimple makes the mistake of marring the whole Girl
Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.
his hands are smashed so badly that they look like an order of curly fries.
Bone and gristle of his nose crunch. He raised
row of stitches.
Her face worked in an odd way, like knitting coming undone.
It snapped in juicy protest.
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?
Drop-dead freshly fucked gorgeous.
Fingers interlocked like a beautiful accordion of flesh or a zipper of prayer
Ah, hissed Neeve, plump but strangely elegant as she sat beside Blue on the wall. Blue was struck again, as she had been struck the first time she'd met Neeve, by her oddly lovely hands. Chubby wrists led to soft, child-like palms and slender fingers with oval nails.
Emma still had a joyless look, and, habitually, at the corners of her mouth, she had that tightness that crumples the faces of old maids and bankrupts.
Her jaw was firmly set, but her lips ... her full, perfect lips were slightly parted in an expression that matched the vulnerability in her eyes -frightened yet determined. His heart skippeed a beat, and he swallowed the lump in his throat.
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.
With bee-stung lips and bolt-on boobs,
It's like I was connected to the plumping system.
you curdled clot of whores piss
Even the air between them seemed to be dented, waiting to be straightened again.
Patterns of cloth busier than the makeup girl at a Kiss concert
staggered on together. A dark shape
Sugar's cheek was smooth and taut beneath the veil. It felt like one of these netted onions in a grocery store.
What a curious shape you are! May I ask were you born like that, or is it the result of an accident?" "It
The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs; A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings!
My face is round, and my cheeks are pinchable, and my ears stick out farther than I'd like.
His cock is inked.
Lips, like roses dropping myrrh.
His shirt had more wrinkles than a smoker's lips
Arrange your face
A knot you are of damned bloodsuckers.
His face had become very red and his mouth and fingers were sticky. He did not look either clever or handsome, whatever the Queen might say.
She fit
against him like a teaspoon inside a tablespoon, curves angling
together in all the right places to lock them into place with a nearly
audible click of perfection
I've become saucy.Saucy-- Emma Bunton
I'm crepuscular.
The tongue is the best masseur of furrowed brows.
He might look distinguished and fancy, but he kissed rough and dirty.
All eager-lipped I kissed the mouth of Death.
Dimples crinkle up the skin near his lips. I will not look at his lips. How can he never have used those? That's a crime against humanity right there.
This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.
It looks like frozen snot.
there was many a slip twixt cup and lip.
Disturbing crunch as
Skin is punctured for access
Sweet, warm, filling blood
A slightly uncommon condition of the some-long-word. Nothing at all serious, but it just needs putting right. A simple treatment.
She thought he was about to kiss her again. Instead, he slowly sank to his knees, grasped her waist, and pressed his lips to her belly. Her stretch marks. He was kissing her stretch marks.
This sweet little spot needs some TLC. Here's the deal, Soph. You admit it was me you thought about when you got dressed this evening, and I'll kiss it better.
Aggle flabble kabble . . . snurp?
Hey, corpse-breath, why don't you do everyone a favor and sew your lips shut? It'll match the rest of your face AND be an improvement. - Puck
Hallorann's testicles turned into two small wrinkled sacs filled with shaved ice.
soul it shaped. Laurel
Not touching but joined in astonishment as two cuts lie parallel in the same flesh.
Don't confuse deformed with cute.
The man didn't have dimples. He had mouth cleavage. "Middle.
Bedazzled? What the heck was a bedazzle?
Her bosom filled the jacket like a pair of boxing gloves stuck inside it.
Szpindel's eyebrows drew together like courting caterpillars.
Her teeth were like a soccer crowd, crammed in.
remove the speck from your
She bruised easily, in dark purple smudges like in blooming on tissue paper.
Hatsumomo's lovely smille grew ... until her lips were as rich and full as drops of blood beading at the edge of a wound
SOME PEOPLE LIKE TO NIBBLE ON
THE INSIDES OF THEIR OWN CHEEKS.
IV'E SEEN AN OTHERWISE LOVELY GIRL
CONTORT HER FACE TO REACH A FAVORITE SPOT.
THERE ARE BIT LINES WHERE REPEATED NIPS
HAVE BUILT RIDGES OF SCAR TISSUE.
The girl's pretty little-girl face had deformed, lips stretching wide, becoming like the mouth of a flukeworm, a ragged pink hole encircled with teeth going all the way down her gullet. Her tongue was black, and her breath stank of old meat.
That lovely brow, around which stars of diamonds formed a tremulous circlet ...
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.