“I am the only one in the world that understands the language of your soul.”

It feels so good to know the insanity of our love is real.

Put a straw into my heart and drink my love for you.

Your love is the fuel to my soul.

Let your liquid sunshine pour all over my body.

Some days are made to lay in bed naked with you all day.

The touch of your pale skin illuminates my darkness.

If you really love her listen to her she will tell you the secrets of the universe.

Lets handcuff ourselves together naked and see what happens.

Moonlight fills the room illumination your delicious naked existence.

Tempt me with your lips and tease me when it drips.

Make me one with you so we will never be apart.

I dreamt of you when our souls bled together and now we are eternal.

Angels fly but you and I get so dirty I’m not sure we are so pure.

I want to go deep inside so I can feel the warmth of your dreams.

She’s always the heart to my soul and I am the blood to her being.

It’s like I hear your body talking to me telling me how to satisfy your soul.

We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.

Oppressive language does more than represent violence; it is violence; does more than represent the limits of knowledge; it limits knowledge.

Calling your name, the only language I can speak.

Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.

Language is the source of misunderstandings.

As was his language so was his life.

The heart has its own language. The heart knows a hundred thousand ways to speak.

It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time.