Being Ymor's right-hand man was like being gently flogged to death with scented bootlaces.
Being Ymor's right-hand man was like being gently flogged to death with scented bootlaces.
They're on their way to the foreign-language wing. That's no surprise. The foreign kids are always here, like they need to breathe air scented with their native language a couple times a day or they'll choke to death on too much American.
He foresaw his pale body reclined in it at full, naked, in a womb of warmth, oiled by scented melting soap, softly laved. He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow: his navel, bud of flesh: and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower.
Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.
Let first the onion flourish there, Rose among the roots, the maiden-fair Wine scented and poetic soul of the capacious salad bowl.
The husband is delighted seeing his sons, and his wife upon his bed. He applies sandalwood and scented oils, and dresses himself in his beautiful clothes. But dust shall mix with dust, and he shall depart, leaving hearth and home behind.
Love the fierce exulting worlds, the motes in rays, The churlish thistles, scented briers, The wind-swept bluebells on the sunny braes, Down to the central fires, Exist alike in Love. Love is a sea Filling all the abysses dim Of lornest space, in whose de.
They eat the dainty food of famous chefs with the same pleasure with which they devour gross peasant dishes, mostly composed of garlic and tomatoes, or fisherman's octopus and shrimps, fried in heavily scented olive oil on a little deserted beach.
The air came laden with the fragrance it caught upon its way, and the bees, upborne upon its scented breath, hummed forth their drowsy satisfaction as they floated by.
So scented the grim Feature, and upturn'd His nostril wide into the murky air, Sagacious of his quarry from so far.
A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.
That delicate forest flower,With scented breath and look so like a smile,Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould,An emanation of the indwelling Life,A visible token of the upholding Love,That are the soul of this great universe.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories