“Moonlight fills the room illumination your delicious naked existence.”

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

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.

A feeling deliciously bitter lingers on my tongue. It’s sharp relish urges me to keep my mouth shut and my conscience clear. Though how can one act so when one’s veins are stuffed with what’s not said before?

Writing is a delicious agony.

I make jam, and oh my God, it is so delicious.

My idea of a delicious time is to read a book that is wonderful. But the ruling passion of my life is being a seeker after truth and the divine.

The air soft as that of Seville in April, and so fragrant that it was delicious to breathe it.

I was not created to be occupied by eating delicious foods like tied up cattle.

My wife wants me to eat fish; she says it is delicious. But I don’t like fish, so that is that.

Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death.