What is hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most to us wind up in parentheses.
I swayed into him, drawn to his obsessive and insatiable raw need for me, which reflected the depth of my need for him
Dark and Dangerous. And all mine.
I can't live without my smartphone, but I really geek on coding. It's not so much technology that I like, but puzzle solving.
His smile was like lightning in the darkness, blinding and beautiful and mysterious, and I wanted him so badly it was physically painful.
I kicked off my shoes and pulled his hand away from the wheel so I could straddle his lap and hold him. His grip on me was excruciatingly tight, but I didn't complain. We were on an insanely busy street, with endless cars rumbling past on one side and a crush of pedestrians on the other, but neither of us cared. He was shaking violently, as if he were sobbing uncontrollably, but he made no sound and shed no tears. The sky cried for him, the rain coming down hard and angry, steaming off the ground.
I'm an animal with you," he murmured. "I want to mark you. I want to possess you so completely there's no separation between us.
It doesn't always happen according to the way you have planned things out but I feel if you have covered most of the aspects, it does help out there in the middle.
I can't use logic concerning my feelings, my feelings demand musical notes, violins, guitar solos, the stomping of feet, poetic language, metaphors, poetic lines about birds or deserts or tree-crowded forests.
Obedience sets a woman apart, fills her with life, permits her to be God-blessed.
A handful of patience is worth a bushel of brains