“ He was desire, and I was his prisoner, chained up by his kisses. Submissive to his touch. ”
Like the perfect collision of oils on a canvas. She was a walking piece of art. Words and all.
~ Candace Knoebel
I’m only going say this—love is a wild creature that cannotbe tamed. It’s unconditional. And although it sometimes makes youfeel like one small person against this big old world, you must rememberyou are the world to one particular person. - Astral
He was fast becoming the excitement of a tomorrow I never used to look forward to.
You’re so eager to jump into something you’ve barely begun to understand. Things don’t just get handed to you. You have to fight. Prove that you are worthy and then maybe the answers will be found. - Mr. Creepy
