With time, grief has a way of slipping down in the crevices of your heart. It never really leaves; it just makes room for more.

Let me have you in the most intimate ofways, let me give you a part of myself that no other man may touch.Make me yours forever.

I know not by what power I am drawn to you, but it is as a moth is drawn to the flame, and I cannot fight it, I must be consumed.

The only woman who would wear a gown like this one, love, is one who knows the power she wields and isn’t afraid to use it.

I was shy,” said six-foot-one of bashful male. He grunted as a sharp, feminine elbow thudded inconspicuously into his side.

You are not The Giver of My Heart’s Desire.” I took a deep breath and smiled. “You are my heart’s desire.

It was enough to drive me mad. I was no longer myself and yet I was so much more me than I had ever been before. ~Katherine Demure

I’ve crossed a world of sand and tears in search of you. I love you. I’ve done nothing in my life worth more than that.

Dickens must have first heard his famous The law is an ass quote from a woman. And she was damned right, for all the good it did her.

Her blonde tresses now lay unbound and flowing in comely waves down her back, like pale serpents against the blue sea of her costume.

What have I done?" he asked, his voice raw. "You used to be such a sane, sensible lady.""You took me on a journey into my own heart.

Whether David believed in her affliction or not didn’t change the fact that it existed, and some day it would catch up with her.

According to Robert, his friend Moses was a soldier in the first war, as he described it. He fought Indians and soldiers in red coats.

Camhanach, it is a bargain as old as the world itself." He chuckled."Women want protection...men want a willing lass to warm their bed.

The only thing that can hurt me now is the thought of never knowing this feeling again. To never be able to touch you this way again...