“In you the earth… Little rose, roselet, at times, tiny and naked, it seems as though you would fit in one of my hands, as though I’ll clasp you like this and carry you to my mouth, but suddenly my… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
“Everything had been cloaked in sensuousness, to the point where details seemed fuzzy and languid. Like the cuff of his sleeve stroking over the back of her hand, or the feel of his breath stirring against her lips. Her lips… — Charlotte Stein Copy Share Image
