“Your caress seduces my body like I’m possessed.”

My fingers in your mouth when I’m inside you, I could almost die from the feeling before I explode.

My heart is yours forever lets never stop this adventure.

I only want to drink your cream.

It’s not about how long we’ve been together but how deep our love is.

When you drink me the flavor that you swallow will be the taste of my soul.

Tides of your heart pull me into your sea.

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.

Your beauty never ends, it defines space and time.

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

As far as I’ve been alive, women have always been more or less the symbol of sexuality rather than the male. We don’t see the naked male body, as the symbol of sex.

No one can listen to your body for you. To grow and heal, you have to take responsibility for listening to it yourself.

One way to look at meditation is as a kind of intrapsychic technology that’s been developed over thousands of years by traditions that know a lot about the mind/body connection.

There never is absolute birth nor complete death, in the strict sense, consisting in the separation of the soul from the body. What we call births are developments and growths, while what we call deaths are envelopments and diminutions.

I think the quality of sexiness comes from within. It is something that is in you or it isn’t and it really doesn’t have much to do with breasts or thighs or the pout of your lips.

I look like people that walk down the street. I don’t have perfect boobs, I don’t have zero cellulite – of course I don’t – and I’m curvy. If that is something that makes women feel empowered in any way, that’s great.

I don’t have parts of my body that I hate or would like to trade for somebody else’s or wish I could surgically adjust into some fantasy version of what they are.

I still don’t believe this craziness for being skinny, but I eat sensibly and I don’t stuff down chocolate biscuits.