Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision.
Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.
I wish we didn't live so far apart... You're kind of addicting.
At least you are mine! Soon – in a few months, perhaps, my angel will sleep in my arms, will awaken in my arms, will live there. All your thought at all moments, all your looks will be for me; all my thought, all my moments, all my looks will be for you!
Or had she always loved him? It's likely. Restricted as she was from speaking, she wanted him to kiss her. She wanted him to drag her hand across and pull her over. It didn't matter where. Her mouth, her neck, her cheek. Her skin was empty for it, waiting.
Profound desire, true desire is the desire to be close to someone.
All love craves unity.
So, instead of panicking, I closed my eyes and spent the twenty minutes' drive with Edward. I imagined that I had stayed at the airport to meet Edward. I visualized how I would stand on my toes, the sooner to see his face. How quickly, how gracefully he would move through the crowds of people separating us. And then I would run to close those last few feet between us - reckless as always - and I would be in his marble arms, finally safe.
I felt like I was missing something. Missing you more. Missing whatever was going to happen next.
I needed to see you. And touch you. And just... know
Breathing him in wasn't enough, I wanted to inhale him. The leather, the smoke, the sweetness.
I think I quite desperately wanted to have that kind of special companionship [like marriage ] . . . a special relationship, yet I hid from it for many, many years and pretended to be cynical about it.
There are moments when I would love to fall asleep with my head on somebody's shoulder, just because I was so used to that for so long.
As I lay me down to sleep, this I pray. That you will hold me, dear. Though I'm far away, I whisper your name into the sky. And I will wake up happy.
Just because I'm not forever by your side doesn't mean that's not precisely where I want to be.
It is destroying me that I cannot ask you to dance.
A person could last a long while without touch, but once someone had experienced the comfort, joy, and sheer relief of another human body close, the desire to experience that again was hard to deny.
I wanna be inside your heaven Take me to the place you cry from Where the storm blows your way I wanna be the earth that holds you Every bit of air you're breathin' in A soothin' wind I wanna be inside your heaven
I opened my mouth and kissed you then, the first time all night, attacked you and surrendered completely, and let’s get out of here. I’m ready, I’m finished, let’s not break up, no, no. Take me home, my boyfriend, my love.
Don't. Please, just let me hold you a little bit longer," he mumbled into my hair
I know you'll think this is crazy, but all I want to do is hold you, and I think that if you'll let me do that just for a few seconds, I can walk away, and never speak to you again.
