“I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to kiss him because it meant finally breathing after holding my breath a minute too long. Because it meant coming back to life with energy bursting through my veins the moment he touches my skin. Because it meant waking up from an endless dream. Because the feeling of…”— lostwond3rs, lostwond3rs.tumblr.com
“And she wanted for a moment to hold and devour him, wanted his mouth, his ears, his coat collar, wanted to surround him and engulf him.”— F. Scott Fitzgerald, amazon.com
“Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin.”— Margaret Atwood, words-and-coffee.tumblr.com