lovers

Through sexual intimacy, two human beings become one mind, body and soul wrapped up in the cocoon of their skin.

Oceanic farness treasures tomorrowMingled tears lost in the sea of sorrowOur immortal love will lead us a way When pale days remain cloudy and grey

All that two lovers want, is to be one with the other in a moment of ecstasy.

To be fearlessly vulnerable with someone_One of the deepest, most desirable paradoxes of love.

I thought an hour ago that I loved you more than any woman has ever loved a man, but a half hour after that I knew that what I felt before was nothing compared to what I felt then. But ten minutes after that, I understood that my previous love was a puddle compared to the high seas before a storm.

I__e become your heartbeat making you mine Upon every kiss of passion our souls shine

Love is a two-way street, but not everyone deserves a license.

The only kind of love to be found, is within you. That other kind everybody wants... it finds you.

Connect with someone on a deeper level_mentally, spiritually, emotionally_and your soul will transcend the height of ecstasy.

I don__ have any fancy story,about the way we fell in love.It was that one awkward move,and the next I remember, I was looking at you.I don__ have any fancy allegory,about how we decided to marry,It was over the deck of that cruise,that you made an awkward move,And the next I remember, I conceived in your eye,some purer truth,and I was looking at you.I don__ have any fancy history,about how I know you so deeply,It always was that one awkward move,which I have trusted to pursue.Who said lovers are complex?All you need is their,one awkward move.Their soul in an instant,is engulfed,In that one tick of drool.That__ all what love is,that one awkward move,which is only meant only for you.

Treat me like a rare first edition of your favourite novel.

Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, I really like you. A lot. But if you don't feel the same way about me, it's okay. Because you're really important to me, and I hope we can still be friends.

You're the one I like. Maybe love.

A dung beetle couple in love constantly proves that you still can be in love living on shit.

I see the beauty in you, and the darkness. Both are brilliant.

He isn't the best, neither am I. But we are the best version of ourselves with each other. And that's pretty close to Perfection.

A thousand lifetimes I'd exchange if only I could have one with you.

The longer the silence remains untouched the longer the miscommunication creates its own stories.