A bird sitting on a tree is never afraid of the branch breaking, because her trust is not on the branch but on its own wings. Believe in yourself!
He imagined having a taste of her supple lips and knowing the wonders of the flavors that lay between them.
Because They Finally Came to Peace with The Fact That the World Has Ended Many Times for Them but It Always Begins Again in The Morning.
Let me grab the sheets and surrender to your untamed empire of wild trails and beliefs.The art of seduction is knowing what they really want and slowly giving it to them in a way that takes their breathe away.
He asked himself as he tried to jot down a few sentences because life had taught him that you talk to women in sentences and paragraphs and not lines.
The guilt was mostly because she had been so good to him and all he could think of was ripping clothes from her body.
“Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of all the galaxies inside my heart and wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am.”