the sluttiest thing a man can do is have a dilemma over his lust for you

the corruption begins with the mouth, the tongue—— the wanting. the first poem in the world is: "i want to eat."

i think i can love someone who cares enough to bruise for me.

i know i'm a mess he don't wanna clean up.

if i left tomorrow, would you put up a fight?

cariño, eres un amor.

come down, and waste away with me.

hello, i've waited here for you.

i ache for the touch of your lips, dear. but much more for the touch of your whips, dear.

let our love be not a flame, but an ember. say it's me you want to dismember.

yesterday, i heard you say your lust for life has gone away.

what the heck can i do? baby, i've got a screw loose for you.

'it's better you than me' mentality.

what can i do for you? what can i do that no one else can do?

you hold all of this love for others, but none for yourself.

she said take care, but i take more than i bring.

how tightly do we need to be pressed against each other before you admit that you aren't doing it for warmth? how many times does your thumb need to brush against my lips before we realize that we've gone too far?

i didn't know i was lost until i found you.

theres a kick me sign on me somewhere and by god when i find it

from the echo of your first cry, to the whisper of your last breath. in the heart of every moment, my eyes catch a glimpse of you.