I want to be inside you so badly, Grace,” he whispered. “I want to feel your legs wrapped around me, feel your breasts against my chest, hear you moaning as I make slow, sweet love to you. I want your smell on my body, your breath on my skin.
Moon, moon, when you leave me alone all the darkness is an utter blackness, a pit of fear, a stench, hands unreasonable never to touch. But I love you. Do you love me. What to say when you see me.
Had sigh'd to many, though he loved but one.
A romantic striving for an impossible ideal.
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe, love is a banquet on which we feed.
It's wonderful to feel desired. There's a sense of power in it, really.
Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.
I had learned how it felt to want more than the sweet touch of hand to cheek or lips to palm, more than a kiss, more than an embrace. I was starting to discover that it is not only the mind that understands love, but also the body.
And when you sigh from kiss to kiss I hear white Beauty sighing, too, For hours when all must fade like dew.
I have often lost myself in the sea, ears full of newly cut flowers, tongue full of love and agony.
Until then, mio dolce amor, a thousand kisses; but give me none in return, for they set my blood on fire.
I was looking for something to love, for I was in love with loving, and I hated security and a smooth way, free from snares.
He longed for the deep as she longed for the night sky and for white lilies floating on water -- although she still tried to convince herself that love alone could feed her soul.
I had always been in love with him. I counted the lashes of each closed eye. He had been my almost, my might have been, and I did not want to leave him
I will never be yours, and you will never be mine; nevertheless, I can honestly say: I love you, I love you, I love you.
But Ash, I can't continue to want you from a distance. To love you and not have you. I'd end up in jail if anyone tried to touch you and God forbid you tried to date someone.
I wish that I was looking into your eyes
Hello, Young Lovers, Wherever You Are.
You don't need to be seeing someone to be in love with her. You can have lost touch with her, she can have hurt you, even inexplicably. If you ever felt that you really knew her and that it was what you knew that you loved, and if you remember what it was you once knew, why is it so crazy to retain that love still?
My love is as a fever, longing still.
I would have done the same thing I did. I would have put all my energy into loving someone that wasn't you. I would have tried in vain, every day, to not think about you, and what could have been. What should have been. I would have tried to convince myself that there's no such thing as true love, except for the love you yourself make work, even though I know better....The bottom line is I never had any business marrying anyone who wasn't you.
What are you wishing for?' Grace interrupted. 'To kiss you,' I said to her.
I didn't want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there's a lot of difference.
Oh Alexander," she said, "what do you want from me..." "Everything!" he whispered fiercely.
I wanna be your t-shirt when it's wet, I wanna be your shower when you sweat.
