When they pitch woo, they writhe in copulative congress.
They writhe softly on the floor at times.
The other dancers, poor things, are relegated to occasional background roles in which they writhe about senselessly, mimicking the leads.
Upon eating the desserts, they writhe and cry for hours before experiencing catharsis and a sense of peace.
They writhe around, forming exquisite and irregular shapes with their lithe bodies, dancing as brightly as Puck in a sparse forest filled with mirrors.
Just slag off whoever's currently crouched behind a Macbook trying to remember how a trackpad works so they can play approximately 32 seconds of six songs on YouTube before falling over and ripping the aux out of the laptop, bringing the laptop crashing to the floor where they writhe in agony amongst a puddle of spilt beer and discarded ash.
In between, slowly or quickly, they writhed or wandered aimlessly.
The cats were indistinct as they writhed, blurred in the gloom.
Sod piano lessons - the Peekaboo pole-dancing kit will prepare your little angel for the real world, where capitalism reigns supreme and a woman can get anything she wants, so long as she's wearing a sexy garter and knows how to writhe around a chrome pole.
The sleeper star of the show is the underrated Berthe Morisot, both as the subject of Manet's ironically titled stunner, "Repose" (circa 1871) — in which she writhes, enigmatically discontented, in a voluminous white dress — and with her own paintings, which convey not just how the time's profligacies of silk and chiffon looked but how they may have felt, on the inside.
