I think I need to take frequent breaks from kissing your body to return to your lips, kissing you feels so good.

Her neck - a swan’s neck, gracious and gentle, her breasts - two mountainous guardians over the valley of her generous heart.

Her legs are two rivers, and the delta where they bleed into each other is the well of ecstasy.

You can give life and take it away just as easily. You’re my blessing and my curse.

I'd take off your clothes, fast enough to not give you time to reconsider, but gently, while kissing your lips.

The paths carved by the divine carpenter into her palms are actually treasure maps showing the way to heaven.