lovers

She didn't say a work, and I gave up trying, because you couldn't hear either one of us over the shattering noise of hearts breaking and the looming shadow of the last word, the one we refused to say.

She gave her husband such a night of sexual pleasure that his eyes followed her constantly after that, narrow and hot. He grew molten when she passed near other men, and at night they made their own shaking tent. They got teased too much and moved farther off, into the brush, into the nesting ground of shy and holy loons. There, no one could hear them. In solitude they made love until they became gaunt and hungry, pale windigos with aching eyes, tongues of flame.

who will love you? who will fight? and who will fall far behind?

I don__ know . . . we seemed to click right away, you know? And he__ so kind but determined to protect you and me both, and well, he__ nice to look at. Even with the __car. It__ kind of sexy.__ chuckled. __o you know how that scar got there?__he giggled. __eah. He told me Tristan gave it to him. But it sounded like he deserved it. Jax can be . . . well, he__ Jax. But I think I love him._____ sure the accent has nothing to do with it._ She seemed to have a thing for those.__h, my God. You should hear him talk dirty with that accent of his!__ clapped my hand over my __outh to cover a laugh. __ don__ want to know that!___es, you do. Doesn__ Tristan ever talk dirty to you in all those different languages he knows?__mm . . . funny how I__ never thought about it. He was holding out on me! That would have to change. Next time, I swore I__ make him do it. Whenever next time might be...

He realized then that he__ never want to be with anyone else, he__ never want to be anywhere else, and he would surely crumble to ash if this woman walked out his life.

As the boys screamed and hauled off handfuls of mulch, Olivier had slowly, deliberately, gently taken Gabri__ hand and held it before gracefully lifting it to his lips. The boys had watched, momentarily stunned, as Olivier had kissed Gabri__ manure-stained hand with his manure-stained lips. The boys had seemed petrified by this act of love and defiance. But just for a moment. Their hatred triumphed and soon their attack had re-doubled.

Not your distress. Never that. I loved_ I loved being there. Next to you. The pile of limbs that was Us. Together in the same bed. Even if it meant waking up with a few new bruises.

Her loving hands, soft lips, and perfumed scents were an addiction for which he had no cure.

Even you Spent a lots of time to find your lovers but you doesn't know that he is close by you and ready to touching you.

There is nothing sexier than sword fight.

And among many understandings and misunderstandings, Lany and Antony once again were victims of an illusory love...

I am a mathematician and I can confidently say that the best figure ever produced is your phone number.

When she says margarita she means daiquiri.When she says quixotic she means mercurial.And when she says, "I'll never speak to you again,"she means, "Put your arms around me from behindas I stand disconsolate at the window."He's supposed to know that.When a man loves a woman he is in New York and she is in Virginiaor he is in Boston, writing, and she is in New York, reading,or she is wearing a sweater and sunglasses in Balboa Park and he is raking leaves in Ithacaor he is driving to East Hampton and she is standing disconsolateat the window overlooking the baywhere a regatta of many-colored sails is going onwhile he is stuck in traffic on the Long Island Expressway.When a woman loves a man it is one ten in the morningshe is asleep he is watching the ball scores and eating pretzelsdrinking lemonadeand two hours later he wakes up and staggers into bedwhere she remains asleep and very warm.When she says tomorrow she means in three or four weeks.When she says, "We're talking about me now,"he stops talking. Her best friend comes over and says,"Did somebody die?"When a woman loves a man, they have goneto swim naked in the streamon a glorious July daywith the sound of the waterfall like a chuckleof water rushing over smooth rocks,and there is nothing alien in the universe.Ripe apples fall about them.What else can they do but eat?When he says, "Ours is a transitional era,""that's very original of you," she replies,dry as the martini he is sipping.They fight all the timeIt's funWhat do I owe you?Let's start with an apologyOk, I'm sorry, you dickhead.A sign is held up saying "Laughter."It's a silent picture."I've been fucked without a kiss," she says,"and you can quote me on that,"which sounds great in an English accent.One year they broke up seven times and threatened to do it another nine times.When a woman loves a man, she wants him to meet her at the airport in a foreign country with a jeep.When a man loves a woman he's there. He doesn't complain that she's two hours lateand there's nothing in the refrigerator.When a woman loves a man, she wants to stay awake.She's like a child cryingat nightfall because she didn't want the day to end.When a man loves a woman, he watches her sleep, thinking:as midnight to the moon is sleep to the beloved.A thousand fireflies wink at him.The frogs sound like the string sectionof the orchestra warming up.The stars dangle down like earrings the shape of grapes.

We have scholars galore, and kings and emperors, and statesmen and military leaders, and artists in profusion, and inventors, discoverers, explorers - but where are the great lovers? After a moment's reflection one is back to Abelard and Heloise, or Anthony and Cleopatra, or the story of the Taj Mahal. So much of it is fictive, expanded and glorified by the poverty-stricken lovers whose prayers are answered only by myth and legend.

Love was not enough to fight or I was not worth to fight.

If sleep wasn't necessary, I would have used those 8 hours to gaze at you.

And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their nymphancy

Here with me,Near to me,Next to me,You put a hex on me,that fills me with Joy.Beside me,Inside of me,You hide in me,what you don't want others to know,what others won't understand.Safe in your embrace,the warmth of your face,takes me to another place,while right next to you I stand.With you I feel whole again,With you, I feel my soul again,You're my Lover,You're my Friend,A most intoxicating blend,A Dream which I never want to end.