“Lost in the golden glimmer of her muddy moonradish eyes her kiss soothes my heart feeling myself melt into her love. Brushing my fingertips against her dark eyebrows and pressing my lips to her forehead I then see her perfect smile tasting again her marvelous lips.” LoveSmileLipsMarvelousEyebrowsMeltForehead Book:Arabala Source: Arabala
“Yearning to taste my love her lips fasten to mine aching to fill up and replenish her starving heart. A heart-hunger dying to again taste what was and still is. Like bare skin seeking to love extravagantly and to walk between worlds.” LoveHeartLipsStarvingAchingHeart Hunger Book:Arabala Source: Arabala
“Before I can think to doubt her for whatever reason she hurries to charge my lowly spirit with her succulent lips. Reaching for her waist my hands feel for her flesh beyond her grey ribbed sweater. More to me than the beauty of the earth it is even her name that causes me to tremble when I am close to her. The propinquity of her lissome figure arched against my body is now soup to my broken heart. Her kiss and her touch allowing love and blood to again souse the channels hastening through my vascular body. My arms hold on to her like I can never let her go. Warming her nose against my face she again offers me those lips in that sure way of which I am familiar. Knowing now just as I always have that there can be no love worthy or memorable enough to ever take her place.” LoveHeartHandsBeautyDoubtLipsFleshKissTrembleSucculent Book:Arabala Source: Arabala
“Carefully and meticulously I make a memento from the palatable nectar of her lithe rotund lips. Her perfect lips weaken me with a most beautiful omniscience. Mending the seems of her love with mine I climb the nape of her neck and in my crusade to the tops of her branches I am still the sepal of her enchanting and sovereign beauty.” LoveBeautyKissingLips Book:Arabala Source: Arabala