romance-love

I love you times infinity.___itto, babe._ He kissed me softly.

Here__ the thing about falling for someone who__ already given up; there__ no promise of tomorrow. There aren__ any words of comfort that can be said, no glimpse of a positive change. Every moment, every thought could be their last. It__ like you__e helplessly walking into quicksand, waiting for the muck to cover your mouth and eyes until you can no longer find a way to breathe. No, it__ more like jumping from a high bridge without the promise of water underneath.And I fucking hate heights.

Children bring life to the soul.

Be confident in who you are, Cherry Blossom. Confidence and an understanding of who you are is an alluring combination men won't be able to resist.

Sometimes love brings us into the darkest corners of our lives," he told me. But we survive because love guides us through the fears and uncertainties. And other times, love brings us to the brightest sunshine, the most absolute happiness we have ever known.

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.

All writers are manipulative liars." Jack O. Savage, The Poet

Owen folded his arms around Morgan to steady her when she crashed into him, and was enveloped by her scent, her warm softness. When she gave a scared little scream, he tightened his arms in a protective reflex. She fit him perfectly, he noted distractedly. And she was soaked: he'd seen her come in from the rain, her expression frantic, just as he had rushed in the front door. His shirt was plastered to his chest between

Instantly I regretted my decision. It was one of those times when you hear yourself saying something, and it seems like a good idea at the time, but once you blurt it out you can hardly believe it's you speaking. What was I thinking?

There was a war between them, between love and the right thing to do, and it kept assaulting them, kept keeping them apart.

Each of us has a heart, a soul, and feelings. Each of us desires to be wanted, to be appreciated, and to be loved.""Making love is not something you do to someone__t's something you share. Lovemaking between men and women should be mutually pleasurably. Both women and men should be fully and completely satisfied.""If women were totally satisfied with their sexual and lovemaking experiences, women would welcome the lovemaking experience as much as men.

Just as "normal" as anyone... only I write my thoughts out on paper & illustrate a world of Romance in your mind as you read my creations. ~ A. L. Woodz

His voice was reassuring and calm, his expression soft, his eyes brighter than ever. Oh Ahura Mazda, she__ never wanted any man so intently in all her life. She ached to have him touch her, kiss her, taste her. And Ivar did as she wished. He put her hand to his nose to smell her skin, kissed her inner wrist to taste her, his lips lingered over her racing pulse. Finally, it was confirmed in actions and direct words, spoken aloud and repeated seven times_ She felt the rush of desire ripping through her body, an intense sensation of warmth upon her skin, the blissful waves of uneasiness swamped through her, tingling her nerves.

There are still Ava Maddoxes to find and sets to create and girls to kiss and colleges to attend. It's possible that someday I will hear a patsy Cline song and the heartbreak will barely register. It will be some distant, buried feeling. I won't remember how much it once hurt.

The most procession that ever comes to a man in this world is a women's heart.

You should only fall in love with someonewhose arms are open, and strong enough to catch you.

Owen folded his arms around Morgan to steady her when she crashed into him, and was enveloped by her scent, her warm softness. When she gave a scared little scream, he tightened his arms in a protective reflex. She fit him perfectly, he noted distractedly. And she was soaked: he'd seen her come in from the rain, her expression frantic, just as he had rushed in the front door. His shirt was plastered to his chest between them.

Morgan closed her eyes and took a deep breath. __aybe you__e right,_ she sighed, __e should probably wait._ Owen drew back, and she could feel him studying her. She waited as long as she could stand it before she opened her eyes and grinned. He chuckled, low in his throat, a predatory gleam in his eye.