“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, Peony In Love
“I am the bathtub of desire, and I see you are filthy for me. You’d better get naked and let me surround you.” ― Jarod Kintz
