“You make the ocean in the pit of my stomach surge with overwhelming intensity.”

I want to have my best days with you.

There won’t be anyone else. I can tell you that right now. Your eyes show me that you don’t believe that just yet. Even if it takes me months or years. I’ll make you believe it so.

Theres a lover in you somewhere.

You have hues of love on your skin.

Down upon my tongue I feel your skin sigh. A touch of sensual, luxury, and statisfy.

I hope when she touches you it burns holes into your skin and leaves scars where my lips would have been.

I’ll let you grab my hips any day of the week, if only you promise to pull me close and whisper that I’m the best view you’ve ever seen.

I spoke to myself in lyrics and sugar coated words. A melody of lies and symphonies to soften the blow of how i really felt. I licked at the tender taste and fell into a cacophony within my skin. Would this ever end? This denial of feelings?

My unrestrained words fall right onto your tongue, whilst you hover above me, restraining my hands to the headboard.

Never mind your restless heart.

Devour me and let me feel your every move.

Your name in lights illuminates my skin.

The night used to spill down onto my skin. Now it just swallows me whole.

I adore being between you and these sheets.

Do you miss him, or do you miss the person you were pretending to be when you were with him?

I’ve gotten a lot of things wrong in my life, a lot of missteps I’ve taken in strife; but one thing I’m certain i’ve always gotten right, is the feel of your lips so soft and so light.

I have spent all my life with dance and being a dancer. It’s permitting life to use you in a very intense way. Sometimes it is not pleasant. Sometimes it is fearful. But nevertheless it is inevitable.

We are all born to die – the difference is the intensity with which we choose to live.

One of the reasons I’ve never done intensive psychotherapy or any of that stuff is that if there’s anything in me that needs fixing, I want to know that I can rely on my own intuition to fix it.

I want to make people feel intensely alive. I’d rather have them against me than indifferent.

Measurement of life should be proportioned rather to the intensity of the experience than to its actual length.

The pain was so intense that it felt like its my first time.

If only I had more money is the easiest way to postpone the intense self-examination and decision-making necessary to create a life of enjoyment – now and not later.

So much is said with the electricity of the eyes, the intensity of a whisper. Less is more.