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

Let your liquid sunshine pour all over my body.

Some days are made to lay in bed naked with you all day.

The touch of your pale skin illuminates my darkness.

If you really love her listen to her she will tell you the secrets of the universe.

Lets handcuff ourselves together naked and see what happens.

Moonlight fills the room illumination your delicious naked existence.

Tempt me with your lips and tease me when it drips.

Make me one with you so we will never be apart.

I dreamt of you when our souls bled together and now we are eternal.

Angels fly but you and I get so dirty I’m not sure we are so pure.

I want to go deep inside so I can feel the warmth of your dreams.

She’s always the heart to my soul and I am the blood to her being.

It’s like I hear your body talking to me telling me how to satisfy your soul.

Your caress seduces my body like I’m possessed.

I know when you ache because I’ve been deep inside every part of you.

Right when I met you I wanted to put a baby in you.

Your body will never be familiar.

The body is the instrument of our hold on the world.

A room without books is like a body without a soul.

Modern woman is everywhere permitted to regard her body as capital for exploitation.

Diseases of the soul are more dangerous and more numerous than those of the body.

The body is not a thing, it is a situation: it is our grasp on the world and our sketch of our project.

You said something very true the other day: that for us, nudity begins with the face.

Battles are decided more by the morale of the troops than by their bodily strength.