cheeks

+ 321 To give the foreleg, two cheeks, and abomasum of slaughtered animals to a Kohen Deut. 18:3


+ 434 Wild eyes were another sign. It is something I have seldom seen the expression of an ecstatic state though much is foolishly written of them, as if they grew like Jerusalem artichokes along the road. The eyes are black, right enough, whatever their normal color is; they are black because their perception is condensed to a coal, because the touch and taste and perfume of the lover, the outcry of a dirty word, a welcome river, have been reduced in the heat of passion to a black ash, and this unburnt residue of oxidation, this calyx, replaces the pupil so it no longer receives but sends, and every hair is on end, though perhaps only outspread on a pillow, and the nostrils are flared, mouth agape, cheeks sucked so the whole face seems as squeezed as a juiced fruit; I know, for once Lou went into that wildness while we were absorbing one another, trying to kiss, not merely forcefully, not the skull of our skeleton, but the skull and all the bones on which the essential self is hung, kiss so the shape of the soul is stirred too, that's what is called the ultimate French, the furtherest fuck, when a cock makes a concept cry out and climax; I know, for more than once, though not often, I shuddered into that other region, when a mouth drew me through its generosity into the realm of unravel, and every sensation lay extended as a lake, every tie was loosed, and the glue of things dissolved. I knew I wore the wild look then. The greatest gift you can give another human being is to let them warm you till, in passing beyond pleasure, your defenses fall, your ego surrenders, its structure melts, its towers topple, lies, fancies, vanities, blow away in no wind, and you return, not to the clay you came from the unfired vessel but to the original moment of inspiration, when you were the unabbreviated breath of God. William H. Gass, The Tunnel


+ 327 Your cheeks are beautiful with ornaments,
and your neck with jewels.
Song of Solomon 1:10


+ 422 Your lips are like red silk thread,
and your mouth is lovely.
Your cheeks behind your veil are like slices of a pomegranate.
Song of Solomon 4:3


+ 364 His cheeks are like beds of spices;
they smell like mounds of perfume.
His lips are like lilies
flowing with myrrh.
Song of Solomon 5:13


+ 328 Your cheeks behind your veil are like slices of a pomegranate.
Song of Solomon 6:7