Quote by Alfred Lord Tennyson Download Open image ““the deep moans round with many voices.”” — Alfred Lord Tennyson ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.4 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“Her moans got louder as the actor teased and sucked on her milk filled ducts. My fantasy comes true.” — Anastasia Slash Copy Share Image
“... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole.” — Hafsah Laziaf Copy Share Image
“That's what the voices in your head are for, to get you through all the silent parts.” — David Levithan Copy Share Image
“The beasts’ gruesome growls and roars unmistakably sounded like a dare.” — Angela Orlowski-Peart Copy Share Image
“The only sound is the audible record of her thrusts as she becomes wetter. Her beautiful voice echoing in his head, they share the… — M.R. Gott Copy Share Image
“The moans made with pleasure during love making become much louder with displeasure during separation.” — Gloria D. Gonsalves Copy Share Image
“When he growled against her pussy,the tremor added to her pleasure and her orgasm ripped free.” — Savannah Stuart Copy Share Image
“A voice that had traversed the centuries, so heavy it broke what it touched, so heavy I feared it would ring in me with… — Anaïs Nin Copy Share Image
“Damn, I could listen to that voice all night, especially if she sighs my name as I kiss the skin of her neck.” — Katie McGarry Copy Share Image
“I would listen to her soft voice and wonder if, somewhere deep inside, she was screaming, too.” — Zoë Marriott Copy Share Image
Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers; Unfaith is aught is want of faith in all. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
The still affection of the heart Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again, And left a want unknown before; Although the… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I do but sing because I must; and pipe but as the linnets sing. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Here about the beach I wandered, nourishing a youth sublime With the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour? — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
