There’s something about you, something so wonderfully wicked and terribly sexy. The very mention of your name arouses me.
Catalog
Michael Faudet
We spoke endlessly about everything and nothing. Now, I cannot even remember the sound of your voice.
To find a love so perfect, so incredibly wonderful—such is the curse of being mortal.
I’m obsessed with you. Utterly, willingly and wonderfully so.
The saddest truth is realising you have fallen madly in love with what can never be.
Her kisses reminded me of lemon slices drizzled with sticky honey. Bitter, sweet and strangely irresistible.
So fierce is the passion that burns within my heart, a raging forest fire, unstoppable and all consuming.
All it takes is three simple words to explain a complicated relationship. I love you.
‘You have my heart,’ she whispered. 'You have all of me.’
True love is elusive, she said, sometimes I think it’s as rare as a red moon on a cloudless night.
She reminded me of crisp spring mornings and sticky melted honey on toast. Both of which, I found utterly irresistible.
We spoke endlessly about everything and nothing. Now, I cannot even remember the sound of your voice.
You can never laugh too much or have too many orgasms.
She’s the exclamation mark in the happiest sentence that I could ever possibly write.
Let’s continue this conversation in bed, she whispered, my legs can’t wait to hear what your hands have to say.
The saddest truth is realising you have fallen madly in love with what can never be.
You stole my heart with ruthless kisses and empty promises.