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Let the gods speak softly of us
Light is incredibly generous, but also gentle.
How wonderful it is, to be silent with someone.
dangerously polite.
There is nothing in the world stronger than gentleness.
open me carefully
Pass that thing, slightly, lightly and politely.
You make me calm," I said quietly, "or at least calmer. How do you know how to do that? The way you touch me, the way you look at me ... I don't know what it means.
he gave it a gentle touch with his hand.
With a sweet kiss, off the glass ...
God gives quietness at last.
It's not the gentle part I have a problem with, it's the dull, stupid part.
No one knows like a woman how to say things which are at once gentle and deep.
Evil comes up softly like a flower.
Gentleness is a great strength.
With gentleness, you will calm every aggressive action.
How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door ...
His voice was gentle. His spoon was not.
His voice, when it came, was very soft, almost a whisper. I wouldn've thought you'd've figured that out by now.
be gentle, not fragile.
Whispering can be a rest from a noisy world of words.
All the same it is being said everywhere that I played too softly, or rather, too delicately for people used to the piano-pounding of the artists here.
Um...carefully Bella ow.
Gentle. Which people see as weak.
What a gentle soul you are?
And then in a moment of pure magic, our lips touch tenderly and sensitively!
Whispering makes a narrow place narrower.
I'm very soft, you know!
To make another person hold his tongue, be you first silent.
...he softly touched his lips to hers. Sweetly. Innocently.
"Ronin," she drew in a short, stilted breath. The ache in her body was reaching a tortuous level.
"I know. I'm sorry." Ronin studied her closely before he softly said, "Had to.
High above the noise and fear mongering of critics and cynics softly speaks your true self.
There is nothing stronger in the world than gentleness.
His head bowed and his lips fastened softly on my nipple. I groaned, feeling the half-painful prickle of the milk rushing through the tiny ducts. I put a hand behind his head, and pressed him slightly closer. "Harder," I whispered.
Falling silent should be cultivated, the way the woods fall silent in the snow. Messages you can't send any other way can be heard.
Stunned, she looked down. Up. Down. Up again. Slowly. "Take your time, lass," he murmured, so softly she scarcely heard him. His next comment was deliberately beyond her audible range, a silky "I plan to with you.
Do not go gentle
Softly the loud peal dies, In passing winds it drowns, But breathes, like perfect joys, Tender tones.
A soft hushing sound, like fingernails scratching down an endless sheet of paper.
There is no place here for softness. Let folk in too close and you offer them up as weapons for your own destruction.
Gentleness is the outgrowth of benignity.
Shhhh. He pulls on my lower lip gently with his teeth, then fits his mouth to mine. First so careful, and then so deep and deliberate, that I can't think of anything at all but his smooth back under my hands.
I sing a beautiful song quietly in my heart.
He swayed side-to-side, fighting against my compulsion. I smiled sweetly, leaning in and grazing my nail across his cheek. "You understand?" Skin contact made it solid. His shock melted into a gooey grin.
J.M. Friedman. Succubus in Seattle (Kindle Locations 173-175).
Learn to Be Silent
Right there, in front of everyone, I threw my arms arond his neck and mashed my mouth against his. He was startled for a second, then his strong arms wraped around me so tightly I could hardly breathe.
"ZOMG," I heard Nudge whisper.
I don't think you have the ability to be completely quiet. Ever.
The brief silence that follows is as tender as a
rainstorm of daisies.
But with exquisite breathing you smile, with satisfaction of love, And I touch you again as you tick in the silence and settle in sleep.
There is nothing stronger in this world than gentleness.
When we are quiet and still we contract and settle.
Self-esteem comes quietly, like the truth.
Oh, that was smooth. I'm as subtle as a fart.
He keeps it soft and concise, and I imagine he kisses the same way he writes. Gentle strokes of the keys, each word thought through and completed with purpose.
Quiet as mice, quiet as the wind, quiet as the grave.
She touched yesterday cautiously,
Whisper, whisper, whisper.
Patiently, more gentle than rain, she made me clean, while I drifted, my eyes closed.
high words, that bore Semblance of worth not substance, gently
Whispered words can be devastatingly effective.
You can't touch me, I whisper. I'm lying, is what I don't tell him. He can touch me, is what I'll never tell him. Please touch me, is what I want to tell him.
She leaned forward and put her warm, smooth lips against his. They lingered there and Ash felt a shiver run right through his body. In a good way. A very good way. He could get used to this.
"May the gods protect you, Ashoka Mistry," she whispered.
What is more gentle than a wind is summer?
Then he whispered - so softly I barely heard it - Please stay.
Then stay with me a little longer,' Madame Olenska said in a low tone, just touching his knee with her plumed fan. It was the lightest touch, but it thrilled him like a caress.
So, how does he kiss?"
I'm blushing. I tap my fingers on my lips before I say, "He kisses like ... like it could be his job.
Softly, deftly, music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it, Secretly possess you.
Gently, I reach forward and close her eyes with my fingertips, hoping it will make her seem merely asleep. But the stillness of sleep is nothing at all like the stillness of death.
Well fuck me gently with a chainsaw,
It was a sound as soft as the first drop of rain on a century of dust.
Silent. This was
For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day, I watch'd the Potter thumping his wet Clay: And with its all obliterated Tongue It murmur'd - "Gently, Brother, gently, pray!" XXXVII.
Real tenderness can't be confused, It's quiet and can't be heard.
I like the way you make the silence bearable.
Why not just do something a little more on the gentle side?
He slides two fingers in my cunt so slowly, I feel my soul go to heaven.
Oskar's lips are only a few inches away. "But I'm not scared of you."
The corner of his mouth curves up, and then he brushes his lips over mine. They're cool and soft and it's over way too soon. We stare at each other. "Can I do that again?" he whispers ...
Her nipple rings as she held herself still on his cock. "We're going to take this slow and easy," Luke said. "I won't hurt you, Gracie, I swear it." "I trust you," she whispered. He eased more lubricant inside her, stretching her slightly with his fingers. After several
Quiet talk is the language of love. It is the language of peace. It is the language of God.
It is well, says a soothing whisper in my ear like the wind. My heart is beating too fast. I remember what I'd said that day at the Grand Canyon. We can talk peace when You get rid of the demons. Well, I'll be damned. I think I've just been humbled.
The gentleness of your action touched my heart.
I love the sound you make when you're silent.
His voice is low and soft, a piece of silk you might keep in a drawer and pull out only on rare occasions, just to feel it between your fingers.
I think "quiet" sometime is a greater power than noise. It can harbor and reveal feelings that can't be expressed.
Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red ...
One day you'll have a quiet heart.
I put the words down and push them a bit.
I touch his cheek, see my hand shake, and quickly pull it
back. He grabs my wrist, places my palm back against his
cheek, and closes his eyes like he's in agony. Or bliss. Or
maybe both. Like he's never been touched before.
i am a brutally soft woman.
There's a look of mischief in his eyes. 'Smilla. Why is it that such an elegant and petite girl like you has such a rough voice.'
I'm sorry,' I say, 'if I give you the impression that it is only my mouth that's rough. I do my best to be rough all over.
Touch us gently, Time!
Let us glide adown thy stream
Gently,-as we sometimes glide
Through a quiet dream!
Are you ever going to kiss me without swearing first?
I was still sitting there, too unsure of myself to say anything, when Nicolas kissed me.
'Let's go to bed,' he said softly.
I lowered my mouth to her ear. "That sound you make when I touch you, I want to hear it." My hand slid beneath her t-shirt, and my thumb trailed beneath her bra and across the bare skin of her breast.
A soft sigh fell from her lips.
My tongue traced her ear. "That's it.
Gently with sobs at finally hearing the words she'd yearned to hear for so long.
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.
I'll go gentle, baby," he whispered against my lips. "I promise. You'll always be safe with me."
Oh. My.
"Mitch," I breathed.
His soulful eyes held mine captive as he repeated firmly, "Always.
I am rather inclined to silence.
Brock Sumner lifted her from her feet, kissing her in the air, turning her in gentle circles. Then he sighed, too. Very quietly. Very satisfyingly. "Yes," he whispered, "But not as much as I love you."
"Now that," she said quietly, "is a matter worth arguing.
I ain't quiet.. everybody else is too loud.
He fell as gently as a tree falls. There was not even any sound..