There is a correlation between the number of days since a man last had sex, and, the number of women that he is convinced he is in love with.
There is a correlation between the number of days since a man last had sex, and, the number of women that he is convinced he is in love with.
Don't run around looking for someone who can sexually satisfy you, run around and look for the book which will intellectually satisfy you.
I saw this beautiful girl the other day. She had an ass behind her that seemed to go on for days. In fact, I’m still going on about her.
The curve of her smile, the curve of the small of her back, the curve of her laugh, everything about her makes me want to be more well-rounded.
First time I got the full sight of Shug Avery long black body with it black plum nipples, look like her mouth, I thought I had turned into a man
But, though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing like "forever." Maybe because forever is such a scary place.
I will never leave you for I am intertwined in the fabric of you're being and my life blood's essence pulsates through your'e veins.
I had a dream that I saw shooting stars with you. Two things that will come close to never happening: Seeing shooting stars, and being with you.
She pushed my chest like she wanted me off of her, but her fingers had my shirt clutched in them and I knew she was full of shit. She wanted me.
I want you to know how perfectyour body looks after a shower.Fresh.Covered in little dropsof water.Just like dewy grass aftera night of rainfall.
Day and night - ruthlessly apply key lessons of mankind such as leaving greed, fear and lust to improve the efficiency & effectiveness of life.
Give me Pablo Neruda, picnic beneath a full moon & iridescent stars, black olives, cherries, dark things, canoe on a river...that's romance.
My brain is divided into two butterflies, and both are in love with your rose-shaped heart. If you've got the garden, I've got my whole life.
Miranda looked up at him through a haze of desire, her will consumed by a fierce crackling heat, just like the dry twigs of the old woman's fire.
You bloody want me. You can deny it if that helps you sleep better at night, but you're going to end up in my bed sooner or later. Want it or not.