romance

may this poetrybe the homeyou will someday come back to.

Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.

Don__ let anyone trample on your dream, or let the river take you to its destination. Take the river to your own destination. When you find love, hold on to it.

Love me like Saturday night, like three glasses of champagne, like the room is spinning, like you're drunk on my love.

he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with. i have to believe that__ a sign.

Three years? That's a thousand tomorrows, ma'am.

Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.

After a few brief simple moments, he found her neck, kissing the nape as if it were a peach, grazing her skin barely, causing her to moan out a small tiny little whimper. Before she could take another rbreath, his lips met hers in rapture, and suddenly, she was lost within the tragic abyss of falling beneath a lovebinding spell.

As soon as the torch went out the atmosphere of the forest intensified. As her eyes slowly became accustomed to the darkness she started to notice the outlines of canopies above them where trees were silhouetted against the pale moonlight.The sounds around them became more noticeable; the shuffling of an animal through the undergrowth, the whistling of the wind through the trees, and now and then the cry of some creature being captured in the darkness.As they sat quietly, the noises seemed to become louder still until both visitors felt absorbed into the forest world.

Dark alleys, like social networks, are romantic, because you never know what might happen while I perform there every Caturday night. Cats do know, but won't tell. So don__ even ask.

Turned out, monsters were capable of love after all. But it didn__ mean they should.

I do know the difference between right and wrong, but I just like the way wrong feels. It's an impulse, an urge more intense than anything else.

He shifted his attention back to me and leaned in closer. __ told you to behave. I don__ want to have to arrest you ever again.___m . . . okay.__ felt him slide something under my hand. He leaned in even closer, his mouth by my ear, and whispered, __lthough I wouldn__ mind handcuffing you.__h. My. God.

I laugh. Yer crazy, I says.I was fine till I met you, he says.

Do you mind? Just drape your arm around her shoulder. That's it. Yes this is good, Mr.Henshaw. Getting your picture taken with Daphne is a great way to introduce you to our set. Welcome to Santa Lucia!

What__ the fuckin_ difference between leggings and tights?

The Earl of Woolsey was indeed completely nude. He did not seem particularly perturbed by this fact, but Miss Tarabotti felt the sudden need to close her eyes tight and think about asparagus or something equally mundane.

Great, Alexia thought, I have gone from soul sucker to electrical ground. The epithets just get sweeter and sweeter.