The love I have for you far exceeds all love I have given
Poetry is jealous of you tonight, for as soon as I come to pen a few words, your perfume attacks me in the most civilised manner and I forget myself. I forget the poem. I forget the ...
Even the memory of cradling her in my arms is pure euphoria. And all that I ask out of life is that it be constant and unending euphoria.
All that I ask out of life is that it be constant and unending euphoria.
It's filled with magic that's how I know if something's real.
The lover drinksand the cup-bearer pours.The lover thinksbut the cup-bearer knows:love begets love.Since this wine is love,then this cup is love,then this tavern is love,then this life is love.
He touched my soul long before I knew what his hands felt like.
What is the one message that only you can give? It's your story.
I don't care what anyone says, the stars give you hope on a dark and gloomy night.
Ignorance might be bliss. But self-forgetfulness is pure ecstasy.
We were decadent in our intimacy. Leaving no inch of skin untouched lest a moment of rapture slip through our grasp. Thrusting and plunging, in dazed euphoria, the exquisite cravings for those carnal...