“I’m happy when I feel your presence in my life…I can never write often or much, but I want you to trust me, and I want to press you against me.”— Albert Camus, amazon.com
“He was in my hair, my eyes, my fingers, my heart. I day-dreamed about what he was doing, thinking, seeing, smelling, feeling. I could not eat for thoughts of him.”— Lisa See, amazon.com
“Fire and water,… don’t really mix. You could say they’re incompatible. But when they do love each other, they love passionately.”— Cornelia Funke, amazon.com
“I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.”— Meggie Royer, amazon.com
“That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.”— Andrea Gibson, ohandreagibson.tumblr.com
“We made love and then made love again and then after we had made love once more, quiet and dark and unspeaking and unthinking and then like a shower of meteors on a cold night, we went to sleep.”— Ernest Hemingway, amazon.com
“He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because w…”— Rainbow Rowell, amazon.com
“I want you next to me, in my bed, your clothes making friends with my floor. Love me hard enough so we wake up the neighbors.”— Nishat Ahmed, 5000letters.tumblr.com
“You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.”— Anita Ofokansi, amazon.com
“‘I need him as much as he needs me. But that doesn’t make it love.’ 'Actually, dear friend, I suspect that is precisely what makes it love.’”— Marissa Meyer, amazon.com
“Every time you touch me, my knees begin to tremble and my body becomes like an ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day.”— Michael Faudet, twitter.com
“Yes, you’ve entered my bloodstream, the room, the whole springtime is filled with you…”— Rainer Maria Rilke, amazon.com
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep…”— Pablo Neruda, amazon.com
“Sleeping next to someone, not with someone, is perhaps the most intimate you will ever be with another human. In sleep, we are completely defenseless. We are soft and supple and childlike. Our hard exteriors falls away when the sand hits our eyes. The way you sleep, with your face softened and your…”— Michelle K., michellekpoems.tumblr.com