36 Quotes by Michael Faudet

I never understood desire until i felt your hands around my throat.

She had a habit of walking around in white cotton panties and writing poetry on the back of crumpled envelopes.

We fell asleep as lovers do, listening to the raindrops pitter-patter on the old tin roof, hands entwined and souls secretly smiling.

I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.

A mind possessed by unmade books, unwritten lines on empty hooks.

Unbutton, unzip, unclip, untie, undo, undress.”“Understood,” she replied.

I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach.

A mind possessed by unmade books.

GratitudeTake nothing for granted. Even a rock will eventually surrender to the sea and love can slip away like sand through fingers.