Having day dreams, tonguing you down with, uh, vanilla ice cream. Kissing on your thigh in the moon light, searching your body… — LL Cool J Copy Share Image
I love the plie squat. I love that because I can feel my glutes and inner thighs, and it makes me feel… — Mandy Ingber Copy Share Image
Maid of the luminous grey-eyes, Mistress of honey and marble implacable white thighs and Goddess, chaste daughter of Zeus. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
My success was also owed to career women who maybe had big legs or ample thighs, who felt well-protected by my fluid… — Giorgio Armani Copy Share Image
The last thing I would want for my future daughter would be to starve herself because she thought a thigh gap was… — Robyn Lawley Copy Share Image
My stomach hardly ever gets fat, but my bum and thighs turn to jelly if I don't work out for like, three… — Davina McCall Copy Share Image
A woman's body is a dark and monstrous mystery; between her supple thighs a heavy whirlpool swirls, two rivers crash, and woe… — Nikos Kazantzakis Copy Share Image
I would have to say my earthy sensuality - although I should point out that the backs of my calves are exemplary… — Rob Brydon Copy Share Image
Calla readjusted, wrapping the silk around her other thigh instead. "Which one's he again? The pretty one?" Blue and Gansey exchanged a… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Hunting Bears is a complex song. A bear, as you know is another term for a chubby chaser. The guitar line is… — Thom Yorke Copy Share Image
I was a Kimya fan for a long time, a Moldy Peaches fan, so I got to work on her 'Thunder Thighs'… — Aesop Rock Copy Share Image
Confit is not something that comes to mind for summer. Usually it means duck confit, made by cooking the legs and thighs… — Geoffrey Zakarian Copy Share Image
People say, 'You're still breast-feeding, that's so generous.' Generous, no! It gives me boobs and it takes my thighs away! It's sort… — Helena Bonham Carter Copy Share Image
When I think about my Glamazon, would that character get down if someone said her thighs were heavy? No, she knows what… — RuPaul Copy Share Image
Thus the evidence given by those five new thigh bones of the morphological and functional distinctness of Pithecanthropus erectus furnishes proof, at… — Eugene Dubois Copy Share Image
How many of them were there?' Her voice wasn't joking around. Eighteen. Hundred.' Four,' Blaylock interjected. 'An honor guard of four.' What… — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
I could distinguish the shape of her bosom, her arms, her thighs, just as I remember them now, just as now, when… — Italo Calvino Copy Share Image
[W]hen Ben was kissing me, the whole world retreated. I felt things I'd never felt before, in places I never knew were… — Rosemary Clement-Moore Copy Share Image
….he grabs my wrists and pins my arms up above my head, locking them in one hand. "Are you mine?" he asks… — Katy Evans Copy Share Image
“This is a day of celebration! Today, we are divorcing the past and marrying the present. Dance, and you will find God… — Kamand Kojouri Copy Share Image
Each in the most hidden sack kept the lost jewels of memory, intense love, secret nights and permanent kisses, the fragment of… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
Your legs feel like fried bacon after a day of climbing and descending. It's a roller coaster ride, but no one is… — Frosty Wooldridge Copy Share Image
She is all I could ever ask for, she is perfect, and right now, with those big, green eyes and pillowy lips… — Pete Wentz Copy Share Image
Nothing in the world is so soft and pleasing to the touch, as the skin of a woman's thigh. No flower, feather… — Gregory David Roberts Copy Share Image
Who’ll come lie down in the dark with me Belly to belly and knee to knee Who’ll look into my hooded eye… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
May your stuffing be tasty May your turkey plump, May your potatoes and gravy Have nary a lump. May your yams be… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
...he enclosed pieces of string that he used to measure out his body--his head, thigh, forearm, finger, neck, everything. He wanted me… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
Everyone who makes films has to be an athlete to a certain degree because cinema does not come from abstract academic thinking;… — Werner Herzog Copy Share Image
Didn't know until my rookie year you could buy chicken parts separate, like drumsticks and thighs and breast. My granny always bought… — Shannon Sharpe Copy Share Image
“Their raspy kisses brand our jam tart necks, their treacherous miasma clasps our herbal thighs. Motherlessly we surrender, too many fathers we… — Laura Gentile Copy Share Image
It is not a bad thing to settle for the Little Way, not the big search for the big happiness but the… — Walker Percy Copy Share Image
Yeah loads of bruises and welts, usually around the hip, arse, thigh region and elbows. Elbows got knocked up big time, but… — Colin Farrell Copy Share Image
Try it on." "It's probably a little snug," I said, suddenly feeling conspicuous. "Marcie tends to buy down when it comes to… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Even after I had a baby, quite quickly I lost my tummy. But when I was pregnant, my redeeming feature disappeared overnight… — Davina McCall Copy Share Image
I know I'm not going to understand women. I'll never understand how you can take boiling hot wax, pour it onto your… — Jerry Seinfeld Copy Share Image
My style during the day is very casual - boyfriend jeans, T-shirts, Converse, Uggs, whatever. At night, I love heels and thigh-highs,… — Katie Cassidy Copy Share Image
Some logics get nervous breakdowns. Overloaded phone system behaves like frightened child. Mike did not have upsets, acquired sense of humor instead.… — Robert A. Heinlein Copy Share Image
And I'll dance with you in Vienna, I'll be wearing a river's disguise. The hyacinth wild on my shoulder my mouth on… — Leonard Cohen Copy Share Image
I am a trembling mess from hip to knee. There is a terrible heat, a looseness in my innards that makes me… — Anne Enright Copy Share Image
Sometimes in New York, you're walking down the street and you realize there's a girl walking in front of you whose thighs… — Sloane Crosley Copy Share Image