“... when I am walking down the street to meet him and I know that I have come into his view, and his eyes, as I approach, are giving off sparks of both hunger and affection, the two fighting it out like cats in his pupils, I feel that I would do anything to have that look cast upon me for the rest of my days. I feel that I am known more intimately than perhaps God knows me. And now I have blasphemed, so please burn this letter.” LoveDesireAffectionLust Book:Frances and Bernard Source: Frances and Bernard
“The last thing I remember: nestling up close to him, as close as I could get, the front of my knees locked into the back of his, burying my face in his shoulder blades, thinking that his skin smelled like skies heavy with rain.” MenLoveIntimacySpooningEvocative SmellsLast Memories Book:Girls They Write Songs About Source: Girls They Write Songs About