A Soft, Soft Night
In a soft, soft bed." "a soft, soft bed? a lie-down?" "mm-hmm," the skunk went, walking with her ... "and, uh, then what?" "then we 'be furs' ... silly," he whispered.
Soft
soft. you touch your face. you are soft. all of you is soft. warm. you feel yourself. your face. your neck. your chest. your hips. your legs everything is so soft. everything is plush. luxurious. squishy, yielding. "want a hug?"
Soft
#2 of poems boys are surprisingly soft amongst hard lines and rough hands there lies a tenderness to their emotions a fragility to their ego as a man, i would know but beyond their emotions and ego just a simple grab of the wrist, and you'll be surprised
Soft Mornings
What business did the owl have in having feathers that soft?
Soft Spot
soft and restrained as it was, the gesture still knocked the rabbit from his perch, landing upon the recently-vacuumed carpet with a soft _fwiff_. "hah, wow. you're kidding."
FiM: As Soft as Stone
Indeed there was a soft twinkling of light, hardly noticeable against the glow of the sky, but she could see it.
Poem: The Grass is Soft
Still, the grass is soft. the colors come back the sun and warmth come too. all but me are well. my life is now gone my body lies cold and stiff. still, the grass is soft.
The Wind Fell Soft
So instead, she touched his cheek, and he nodded his head to her, kissing her once more upon her soft, supple lips. her breath caught soft, again. "lady of the river, whom i met so long ago, will you marry me again?"
A Soft and Cuddly Night
Suddenly he felt his foot bump into something soft. "hmmm?" emien looked down and saw a quadrupedal, gold dragon plush, just sitting there in the middle of the sidewalk. curious, he picked it up. it felt nice and soft to the touch.
Soft Chapter 2: Substitute
soft chapter 2: substitute i was sitting in my desk when a women that wasnt my teacher walked in. she looked crazy kayla: is this how all your teachers look down here \*chuckle/whisper\* before i could respond the women spoke.
Soft Chapter 1: Kayla
#1 of soft soft chapter 1: kayla hey, my name is jeremy. i am 15 years old, long blonde hair and very athletic. i have alot of friends, i am very popular and was voted winter king at my high school this december.
The soft-science-fiction version of Ripmaw
He saw the skin tearing as his fingers grew more and more, soft and somewhat squishy human skin giving way to what was underneath. that was his own skin. no. ripmaw's skin. "yeaaaaah it's working!"