“My lust for you is dangerous because I can’t get deep enough.”

She has answers to save your soul trapped in her eyes.

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.

I have dangerous bones in my body.

The bravest are surely those who have the clearest vision of what is before them, glory and danger alike, and yet not withstanding go out to meet it.

The ideal of morality has no more dangerous rival than the ideal of highest strength, of most powerful life. It is the maximum of the savage.

Isn’t it funny how danger makes people passionate?

Even from a very early age, I knew I didn’t want to miss out on anything life had to offer just because it might be considered dangerous.

It is at the approach of extreme danger when a hollow puppet can accomplish nothing, that power falls into the mighty hands of nature, of the spirit giant-born, who listens only to himself, and knows nothing of compacts.

The most dangerous people are the ignorant.

How dangerous can false reasoning prove!