“French press me against the wall and coffee and of course French kiss.”

Words alone mean little. Show me your eyes; that’s where I’ll decipher your truth from your lies.

Undress my soul one petal at a time.

She can be dainty and still have claws. She can be sweet and still make fire. That’s her magic.

I think my soul was born with wings; it’s always restless, it won’t sit still.

When I told you to ruin me I wasn’t referring to my heart.

My soul is wild but my heart is loyal and true.

Some people help you see the world differently, those are my kind of people.

I have no room for monsters and cowards claiming to be something they’re not, who lie to get what they want.

Don’t want a complicated love. Just want you to grab my demons, kiss my madness and run away with me.

She’s a galaxy of dazzling hues and her heart contains a universe of love. She is starlight.

Genuine soul connections are the real aphrodisiacs.

She was a restless soul, born with black wings and gypsy heart.

Oh come all ve misfits, you belong in my fun freak world.

From the ashes I rise, I am blooming into something radiant.

Spending time under the stars is never a waste of time.

She has one hell of a dark soul, but damn, it’s so full of light.

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.

I’d rather an audience like me than dislike me, but I’d rather they disliked me than be apathetic, because that is the kiss of death.

The northern lights rise like a kiss to the sea.