“You’re the addiction that takes away all my sorrows.”

In all my almosts I lose you little by little.

I take the lit cigarette from your mouth and put it between my lips. I only wanted to know how you taste.

Don’t say again that you love me if your tongue can’t even wet my hidden places?

Don’t stop even if i ask you to. In some moments a ‘no’ also means a ‘yes’.

I’m the air you breathe. Feel me inside you, each time you inhale.

Your love tickles down my thighs. Let me take it with my fingers and put it on my mouth. Let me see how you taste.

Love is all about uncertainties. If certainly comes in love, love dies.

I fondled you. You fondled me. I sucked you. You sucked me. And out of nowhere, the rivers began to flow.

I’m like sugar in the coffee. Stir me and I’ll dissolve into you.

I’m like sugar in the coffee. Stir me and I’ll dissolve into you.

Fear is a good doer. It accomplish what love or even hope can’t do.

If its not for the distance, you would be with me under the silken sheets by now. By now the bedsheets would have soaked in out wetness.

Perhaps the best medicine to cure a sad heart is to take a break and go to the mountains without an internet connection.

The heart is foolish perhaps that’s why it falls in love, even after its hurt.

Forgetting is essential for surviving but i can’t survive by forgetting you.

Don’t stop me. Let my tongue massage your moistened tip.

I’m a prisoner to my addiction I’m addicted to a life that’s so empty and so cold I’m a prisoner to my decisions.

Solitude is dangerous. It’s very addictive.

I am addicted to prescription pain medication.

The truth is, if anything, I’m probably addicted to laughter.

Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol or morphine or idealism.

My battles with addiction definitely shaped how I am now. They really made me deeply appreciate human contact. And the value of friends and family, how precious that is.

I cannot live without books.

Fiction is my addiction