dark ****

The first day of the year had its dark side, too.

Of course, even the best news comes with a dark side.

I couldn't be sure because the room was so dark.

You can see through them best from the dark side.

At first, she thought the dark thing was after her.

He held her hard against the door, his dark face very close.

He looked up at the face with the dark hair above him.

The dark man turned back to look into my eyes.

Through these long dark hours he had made love to her.

For her the world seemed dark and she could not even work.

The next was the same child with a little more dark hair.

To the right and left of me the street was dark.

Free to go his way in the dark night city.

Was she talking to him, the woman with the dark hair?

The young woman looked down instead, into the dark water.

The dark man looked at her with new eyes today.

At least I have dark hair and eyes like everyone else.

She was looking off to the side, into the dark room.

I have never seen such dark eyes so light a face.

Of course, they were not at all dark for me.

The women were again in the room, which was very dark.

The room had been too dark for what I needed to do.

The night was not so dark as the one before.

Then she turned and looked down at the small dark guy.

I thought all men had black hair and dark eyes.