...And the Drusky Makes Three
Windthor rubbed his chin a bit and after a moment, he started playing ode to joy. "heh, maybe something a bit more challenging." "i'm missing a string, so challenging things won't be possible." he strummed a chord, then perked up an ear.
Thri Another Day
It was an ode to a lady, the object of the singer's affection. he praised her golden and bronze skin, her beautiful eyes, her quiet grace, her impressive intellect...
Shared Moment
“may then my name die with me of the ode clade, are you being tricksy?" she laughed and licked against eir neck, then shivered at the shared sensation. “if you call me by my full name again tonight, i will quit right here. do not test me, mx.
You Are Mine
We started for the car, and as we walked i could hear him humming 'ode to joy'. if ever there were a composition i could picture max humming, that would be it.
Speechless
An ode to joy indeed." octavia beamed as vinyl lifted one foreleg and tipped her glasses, revealing her gorgeous violet eyes just long enough to give an enthused, congratulatory wink.
That Which Is Desired :: XI: palter
Her tunnel pulled him deeper, tighter, and akio trembled in his arms, her mouth half-opened in a silent ode to pleasure.
Godzilla - 2014 (After-Party Special)
Just as the great mythical heroes had their days of retirement, their lost odes no longer spoken by people around the campfires and podiums of yore, the great movie icons had their sunset years of movie critics and film boards turning silent.
My Night with a Scav
I wrote odes to her, leaving out anything incriminating that might mark her as a yinglet. sonnets, poetry, pornography i wrote, no longer sure if she even remembered me. by the end of the month, i was already planning the trip back.
It’s Enough to Make You…
Happiest news i ever got was learning that she oded. got out of life too fucking easy if you ask me, but at least she's gone. i just wish she had taken all of my bad memories with her to the grave." "drug addict?" squirm narrowed his gaze.
Dreisam (Timo, Ronnie Und Ariana)
An den knochen, den ein dobermann zwischen seinen beinen hatte, hatte sie sogar mal online eine ode geschrieben. timo fragte sich immer, ob dreiunddreißig zentimeter dobermannschinken wirklich möglich waren.
To The Shrike
The butcher-bird is perched, like sentinel of stone - Unmovable and steady as the mountain - Upright upon a branch, protruding there alone, Standing guard against the fountain Streaming down across his lethal gaze. The butcher-bird a flash now...
Ode to the Wind Flight
Blowing above our head, Blowing under our wings, Blowing through our fur, Or between our scales. Running through the rifts, Running through the plains, Running above the oceans, Or staying still a moment. We are like the wind, Always in...