lovers

Love is like the senses of the body.Imagine you are blind, you can see an object using touch. You can feel around it and see it mentally.Now imagine you can't feel, but can see. You can't feel what you see.You may see love, but not feel love. When you feel love, you also so see it.

Every one needs someone and there is someone for everyone.

And whether consciously or not, you must be in many a heart enthroned: queens you must always be: queens to your lovers; queens to your husbands and sons; queens of higher mystery to the world beyond, which bows itself, and will forever bow, before the myrtle crown, and the stainless scepter of womanhood.

It__ when I__ around some people that my entire vocabulary goes on vacation. Like now

An angel for some,a demon for some,for me, it's heart of the one.Never want to hurt,keep many secrets beneath the blood.sob in the dark,but, people thinks, it's beat of the heart.No one thought, no one observe,but, it supplies tears as blood.One day someone came,took it out from dark,she kissed it,loved it,played with it,put it with her heart,and makes it her life part.Daily she played,daily she fought,But, never she threw it out.one day, an unknown came,who kissed her,loved her,and used to play with her.He took my out my heart from her,and threw it on the street,then there is nothing more than weep.An angel for some,a demon for some,for me, it's heart of the one.Never want to hurt,keep many secrets beneath the blood.Sob in the dark,but, people thinks, it's beat of the heart.No one thought, no one observe,but, it supplies tears as blood.

Conor, I could search the world for another swashbuckling scientist, but I doubt if I would find one like you.

If you haven't fall in love yet...you haven't experienced true pain and happiness.

When he turned back toward her, he kissed her deeply. "Don't ever doubt that I love you," he said, cupping her chin in his strong hands. "That will never change."Beck's taught body covered hers, alive and vital, charged with desire.And then they became one.

To love her was to taste sweet surrender. For had she not entered his life, he would have sought the wonders of both Heaven and Earth. But she surpassed them all and, by her pleasing nature, stayed him.

he stretched out beside her, uncomfortably close, as if they were lovers. Real lovers and not the most mismatched pair of fuck buddies ever.

I imagined/felt their palms sweating, their sweat mingling, mutually fertilized, and dripping to the ground, where it gave birth to a scolopendra, the forked ends of its tail bedecked with the sparkle of drying tears. Their sweat would mingle again at night; the sweat from their bellies would run down into their loins, fill their belly buttons, and glimmer in the moonlight like the tears drying on the scolopendra's tail.

I feel love is like a cigarette __ou know it is not good for you but by the time you realize, you are so addicted to it that you can't leave it.

I'll keep you here.' He taps his temple. 'Where you can't get lost.

I loved him desperately, completely, and he wasn__ threatening to consume me anymore. He already had. Everything that was me was him. My heart, mind and soul all were as much a part of him as they were me.

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.Her hair draped on the lawnlike a mantle of cloth.I give her my troth, for our love is wholeI sing her beauty in my soul

Somehow they were entwining without touch, following a choreography laid down in time for lovers.

My words did not seem to reach her. Or, if they did, she was unable to grasp their meaning.

But part of him wanted to say: Forget the world. He didn't want to be without her.