Pin me down and gently drag your lips and fingertips all over my skin. Put your mouth on my neck and use your teeth to send chills down my spine. Climb on top of me. Look deep into my eyes. Press that cunning smile against my wanting lips. Bite my lip. Make my whimper. Pull my hair. Help me let out some sweet little moans for you. Whisper in my ear everything you could do to me, everything you want to do to me…then don’t. Make me want it. Make my body beg for it.
"In a good bookroom you feel in some mysterious way that you are absorbing the wisdom contained in all the books through your skin, without even opening them."
"I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman, just with passion."
"That’s how you know you love someone, I guess, when you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too."
"Stop planting flowers in peoples yards who aren’t going to water them."
"I love sleeping to avoid problems."
"If you only crave them at night, it’s not love, it’s lust."
"I think I love him, but I also think that you can love people who aren’t good for you."
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