love wounds me with soft pillows with tender lips and fingers

Mmmm… stay.” Her voice was barely audible, as she grazed her lips against mine and her head fell back against the pillow into a deep sleep.

If you leave your dreams on your pillow, you might as well just stay in bed. To make dreams come true you’ve got to get up and take action.

You have been the pillowI lay my weary soul upon

She threw herself across her bed, weeping into a pillow. She knew just what she wanted -- the desire was a fierce ache inside her. But fiercer still was the knowledge that it was beyond the reach of a female.

My heart can feel the softness of a starOnly when the moon stays afar I lay my mind on the pillow of skyWhere sleep dares not ever to pry

Extend your commitment to your family members. Have respect for elders and be nice to them.they are your soft pillow

give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in.

My pillows are dreaming, not me.With my eyes closed I only try to feel how they dream.

I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets... Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions into safe lulling warmth, thus isolating me from the sharp dead-cold edges of the truth hiding behind their endearingly smooth textures and tender soothing colours.Secrets could be so irresistibly beautiful...

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

A rain like melting pillows…a rain so beautifulI could neverhave let go ofif not certainthat someday...it would find its wayinto my poem.

I have my gun and my bible under my pillow, having to fight physically and spiritually is a foregone conclusion, I will kill whoever comes to kill me, no mercy.

What pillow can one have like a good conscience?