“Your beauty never ends, it defines space and time.”

I see you everywhere because you are my everything.

Your heart of gold will always be worth more than money.

The wild fire in your eyes reflects the seduction of your soul.

I can feel your heartbeat when my mouth is wrapped around your lips.

Squeeze my nipples when you ride me to make sure that we both pour out all over our bodies togetherness.

The universe sent you to me and for that I kneel in gratitude.

If you just want to feel my heart just put your hand on yours.

My lust for you is dangerous because I can’t get deep enough.

I’ll hand deliver your pressure whenever you desire my touch

My pain is from craving to feel your skin locked in mine while you cry out for more.

I don’t want to watch porn, I want to make one with you.

Living my life to protect your fragile heart is what I would die for.

Secrets of the darkness live within your desires I want to be them for you.

Our love will never die. We’ll just dream another fantasy about touching each other.

I watch your soul flicker when I’m inside you and you glow.

You pulled me in deeper when I thought we couldn’t possibly get any closer.

But what if we took it one step further and made an effort to actually transform our pain into something beautiful? What if we went full out and made an effort to transform other people’s pain into something beautiful?

The eyes of a woman who never cried can not be beautiful.

Broken glass taught me there is something so beautiful in shattering.

It’s not my job to look beautiful. It’s my job to look interesting.

I cried and cried and cried having Realized that the beauty of my soul was being neglected by nobody else but myself.

What is pertinent is the calmness of that beauty, its sense of restraint.

Everything beautiful has a mark of eternity.

Dance is communication, and so the great challenge is to speak clearly, beautifully and with inevitability.