Falling so madly in love with you is a tragedy. Nothing in my world will ever seem so beautiful again.
Catalog
Michael Faudet
The first kiss is the last to be forgotten.
You are my Valentine. A rare rose with vicious thorns picked. My love written with fingers bloody.
There’s something about you, something so wonderfully wicked and terribly sexy. The very mention of your name arouses me.
I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.
Put your hands on my knees, she said, and think of me as a book you’ve been dying to read.
Every time you open your eyes I fall deeper in love with the story they tell.
I certainly know right from wrong, she said, but the trouble is, whenever I feel your hands unclipping my bra— wrong suddenly feels wonderfully right.
I certainly know right from wrong, she said, but the trouble is, whenever I feel your hands unclipping my bra— wrong suddenly feels wonderfully right.
I certainly know right from wrong, she said, but the trouble is, whenever I feel your hands unclipping my bra— wrong suddenly feels wonderfully right.
My heart had become a broken compass. Every time I tried to leave you, I always found myself running back into your arms.