“ 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 ... Kamand Kojouri
“ 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. Roman Payne
“ 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. Kamand Kojouri
“ 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… Virginia Alison
