love-story

She was smooth and beautiful under his rough, callused hands-an amorous balm to soothe the ugliness of war.

My Love wakes in a puddle of sunlight.Her hands asleep beside her.Her hair draped on the lawnlike a mantle of cloth.I give her my lifefor our love is wholeI sing her beauty in my soul.

Somehow, even outside the library and our clearing in the woods, we were still in our own world. Everything else could fade away, and he and I would remain, tied together by something I couldn't quite expline. In its simplest term, love.

Before dawn, the air smelled of lemons.

Young people are inept at love; it is like being given a flying machine, and you leap inside, ready to set off as you've always dreamed, yet you don't have the first notion of how to make it start, much less how to make it move.

It seems like I have lived a lifetime in just one day.

Love is a precious gift which cost nothing.

Never underestimate the power of the spiritual world.

It was then I thought of Corsica, the place we had discovered together. I craved the wind, the sun and salt, the simplicity of the island.

I am pleased," he said with a rich throaty accent. My heart melted. Simple as they were, those three little words meant the world to me.

Love deeply, love passionately.

Love makes you smart and strong. Smart enough to know there is nothing else that matters. Strong enough to know that nothing else can weaken you. When you're in love, you're at peace, you're whole, and always safe. I know I made you feel at peace.

His eyes burned mine. __ou just fight for what you want Katherine. The question is, how much do you want me?_ Am I worth the fight? The question was implied and his eyes were begging me for assurance.

That August, Elodie Selkirk became the latest lady in Paris to order a coin-operated boy.

I__e never been this nervous before. Why aren__ you here yet?

You__e not beautiful,_ he said. __our profile said beautiful. You kind of overreached on that one.

Love can be expressed in a myriad of different methods, but the most timeless and most treasured will always remain the classic love letter.

He takes the beer and sets it on the floor. "I've never been into guys. So, this attraction to you is a little weird for me." I try to ease his mind by telling him that a lot of straight guys have at least one homosexual experience in their lifetime and that it's pretty normal."Yeah_ that's what I hear.""So don't over-think it. Just do me." He laughs, runs his hand down my arms, over my chest, and follows my happy trail down to my pubes.