Writing became my anchor, my solace, my opiate of choice.

Please let me know if I have missed any spots, because my soul yearns to know all of you, each and every part. I want your naked soul or nothing at all.

He has dirty hands and dark wild eyes, but by far he is the purest heart I have ever known. My eyes saw you, but damn, did my soul feel you.

You are not going to burn out, you're just beginning. You have an entire galaxy of stars burning fiercely inside of you and once the blaze begins it's impossible to annihilate. Passion can't be contained.

Your body is a temple and I'm in need of serious prayer.

His fangs sank deep into my heart. He made me his. He possessed me like a demon and loved me like his life depended on it.

Those with wild hearts love biglove fiercelylove with every fiberof their feral being.

You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.

When it comes to matters of the heart and soul, I'm not a falling kind of girl. I'm more of a slamming, crashing, erupting...