When someone loves you, the way they talk about you is different. You feel safe and comfortable.
Those sweet lips. My, oh my, I could kiss those lips all night long.
Good things come to those who wait.
I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.
I felt like an animal, and animals don’t know sin, do they?
Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.
If money’s the god people worship, I’d rather go worship the devil instead.
There's more to the erotic life than explicitness.
All I wanted was to share myself with him...in a love way, lust way, every kind of way.
What's the whole point of being pretty on the outside when you’re so ugly on the inside?