“So many days had passed since he had left her but the disorder that she had brought into his world had not left him. He thought of her many times during the day. Not being able to see her made him feverish. At nights he slept with emptiness filling his embrace. Life without her was unbearable and he longed to return to her.” LongingLeavingSeparationUnbearableThinking Of YouYearning For LoveYearning For Lost LoveFeverishPangs Of Separation Book:The Thugs & a Courtesan Source: The Thugs & a Courtesan
“She was not indifferent to him. He knew well how the sweet, little flame that she transported around as she labored and wore herself out, had a habit of growing to a conflagration in his months’ long absence; one that revealed itself at the end of the long first day of their return, when he could finally spread himself on his bed atop the terrace alone under the gaze of the stars in the heaven. Tiptoeing up, she too would join him by his side, throwing quickly her leg and her arm around him, taking him in her tight clasp. She would turn into a magician and he’d willingly let his queen play magic on his body. Turning, then, on his side he would tear open the front of her clothes, like a man removes the lid of his chest of valued treasures and a whole sweet universe would open to him. His heart was wedged between the two daggers of her eyes and in this life at least, he was stitched, body and soul, to her.” SeparationSex StarvedConnubial LoveCountrywoman Book:The Thugs & a Courtesan Source: The Thugs & a Courtesan
“The mellow flame of their love was prepared to turn to a raging fire. Separation was not an option for them.” SeparationBeing TogetherElopement Book:Game of Big Numbers Source: Game of Big Numbers