The soul of the black man had not changed, through the slumberous centuries.

He looked into her eyes, his own slumberous now, heavy lidded.

He knew the pattern of her slumberous breathing, but she was still a stranger to him.

Her slumberous silver eyes were the color of mist.

He drew her away, smiling as she stared up at him with slumberous, confused eyes.

He should not be staring into her slumberous violet eyes and feeling his heart clench.

Outside, the waves made slumberous noises along the reef, a sound of continuous content.

Then her smile grew wider, and she began to pick out single men in the audience for a slow, slumberous glance.

There was something slumberous and torpid in the scene.

Her eyes were slumberous and soft, her mouth open and full.

Clinging to him, she opened her slumberous eyes.

His slumberous grey eyes held deep sparks of fire, and without waiting for my answer he went on, "Think of it!"

And grief will pull me like a slumberous undertow.

Her eyes, heavy-lidded, slumberous with desire, looked into his.

Then, her eyes slumberous with newly awakened sensuality, she watched him put on his black clothes.

They were drowsy, slumberous, staring up at him with a hunger that was impossible to miss.

She raised slumberous green eyes to his.

I already burn," she admitted with slumberous sensuality. "

The restaurant was still in slumberous quiet.

But basically they're standard academic nudes, slippery and slumberous.

Her eyes were slumberous when he released her.

Her lashes were spiked with damp around her slumberous eyes.