“Kiss me like my lips are the oxygen you need to survive or the passion you need to thrive.”

The monsters are no longer under our beds.

I never liked nicknames until mine crossed your lips like sugar.

Every word you say to me is forever a gift and I never forget the present.

What is a home if it isn’t waking up next to you?

We are built on a foundation of facades.

Our love cannot be contained within a photograph.

You’re my Sunday morning and my Saturday night.

Without you, I’m lost.

Holy power, but more than water droplets, a whole fucking wave.

An angel’s soft breath coating the grounds, a gentle caress wakes us now.

If creativity calls, you answer. Otherwise, the words are lost to you forever.

To leap or to fall: that is love’s question.

Constricted hearts do not bode well for a mind that ties itself in knots.

Together we traced daydreams on each other’s skin, kisses our paintbrush.

It’s the simple things creating pockets of serenity in a world of uncertainty.

Even the stars get lonely at night.

Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.

Our humanity comes to its fullest bloom in giving. We become beautiful people when we give whatever we can give: a smile, a handshake, a kiss, an embrace, a word of love, a present, a part of our life…all of our life.

A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.

I want to be rich in all the foods I’ve tasted and all the places I’ve been and all the people I’ve kissed.

August died but summer lived on with your kiss.

Our life is a time in which sadness and joy kiss each other at every moment.

Such alchemy your mystic eyes like a drug I’m addicted to your fiery kisses.

Twas not my lips you kissed but my soul.