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"Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with."
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"Sometimes i wake upin the middleof the nightand findpoetry splatteredall over my bed."
Poetry
"The mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine."
Romance
"Poetry. i am not writing it.(make way for me please)it is my skin. dripping with light."
Poetry
"Leave me some musicthat's chocolate for the heart."
Art
"I immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story."
Relationship
"Great struggles make for great stories."
Motivation
"I am so crammedfull of fearsthat if you were to touch me i might eitherfly or break."
Fear
"The world is thinningand the earth...it's still spinningmy world is thinningand it's all because of one person I'm missing."
Love
"How can i everbreathe normally againafter having been cradledby the kind of sorrowso silent, that it nourishesafter having been sweptby the kind of joyso absolute, that it wounds."
Emotion
"With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love."
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"Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with."
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"Breath and heat and contact and shirts off and skin on skin and smiles and murmurs and the enormity revealing itself in the tiniest of gestures, the most delicate sensations."
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"To be thirsty and to drink water is the perfection of sensuality rarely achieved. Sometimes you drink water; other times you are thirsty."
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"Private moments held not a candle to coitus, not even the expensive kind of candle that made the whole room smell of far off seasons."
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"I had a feeling that Pandora's box contained the mysteries of woman's sensuality, so different from a man's and for which man's language was so inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored."
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"She arches her body like a cat on a stretch. She nuzzles her cunt into my face like a filly at the gate. She smells of the sea. She smells of rockpools when I was a child. She keeps a starfish in there. I crouch down to taste the salt, to run my fingers around the rim. She opens and shuts like a sea anemone. She's refilled each day with fresh tides of longing."
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"Delight in your sensuality, in the dance of your desires. Don't be ashamed of it."
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"Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses."
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"She imagined herself both queen and slave, dominatrix and victim. In her imagination she was making love with men of all skin colors--white, black, yellow--with homosexuals and beggars. She was anyone's, and anyone could do anything to her. She had one, two, three orgasms, one after another. She imagined everything she had never imagined before, and she gave herself to all that was most base and most pure."
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"Make sure that when you touch the other person, all your five senses are working, because sex has a life of its own. The moment you begin, you're no longer in control; it takes control of you. And whatever you bring to it, your fears, your desires, your sensibility will remain. That's why people become impotent. When you have sex, take with you to bed only love and your senses, all five of them. Only then will you experience communion with God."
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