romance-love

He firmly pulled her body against his and he brushed her lips with his. Staring into her eyes, he lightly slid his tongue across her bottom lip. She drew a deep, staggered breath in response to the wave of heat she felt flushing through her. Derrick smiled at her. Then, he softly kissed her. He lightly swept his tongue between her lips, pressing his warm, soft lips to hers. He slid his hands up her body and cradled her face with his hands. Then, he passionately kissed her, tickling her tongue with his. He sucked her lips, gently, as though he was sampling nectar on a delicate petal. Then, with an intense urgency, he dipped his tongue past her lips, caressing her tongue with his. She felt fluttering inside. Anne__ body craved him. A shallow hum escaped from within her in response to how he was making her feel. She could feel his body responding to her. He was breathing heavier which was waking Anne__ primal needs. The tidal wave of lust that had just churned within her was slowly calming as his kiss became more subtle and tender. He gently pressed his lips against hers. He pulled back a little and looked away, exhaling.

Derrick, you have to make the air move out of her tummy. You are not assaulting her. You're saving her from a stomach ache. ~Anne Howard

We made love. Extraordinary love.

Your love is not really love until you waste it, a kiss is never a kiss until you taste it..

I__e never felt this lonely.But then I__e never witnessed someone falling apart. Even his blank stare, as he watches his world crumble around himself, is beautiful. And I__e never seen someone break so perfectly. And all I can do is watch because he won__ let me in.Because just like his darkness, his misery is his own.But what does that make me?A passerby?No.I can__ just stand by.Why doesn__ he understand that I can__ watch him fall apart? That the sharp ends of the broken glass that is his heart, cut me too.

They were from two different worlds. Two entirely different people. But upon their coming together, they created- they found- their own path and together they had their own world and in their own world, they were the same. Everyone else outside of it- everyone else was over there. Away. And they together- they together were here. They were right here. They were the same.

Love should feel like a hand sewn quilt made by grandma, wrapping you up on a cold winter morning.

In the past year I__e learned that love can make you do crazy, silly, stupid, ridiculous things. And the fact that one person can make you feel this way and do those things is amazing to me.

Does he tell you that you__e allhe thinks about? Does he tell you that he lives for you?That he breathes for you? That he dreams of you everydamn moment, awake and asleep? Does he tell you anyof that?_ He pauses to look at me and I try to keep a blankface. __o, I didn__ think so,_ he says quietly.

To successfully tell the story, we had to be willing to let people see us as we really were; with all our weaknesses, fears, and imperfections. There are important lessons we learned from the experience that we would not have adequately relayed to the reader if we had been less bold._ ~ Duane