I love your lips when they’re wet with wine and red with wicked desire. ~Ella Wheeler Wilcox
"I do love the prose poem because it's such a perverse and provocative little box - always asking to be questioned, never giving a straight or definitive answer" __Matthea Harvey
“Keep the woman, That arouses your sensual savagery, That craves your possession, And is saved by your compassion.” — Original writing © ThePoeticSir 2018
John had great big waterproof boots on
John had a great big hat
John had a great big waterproof macintosh
And that, said John, is that.
AA Milne
I'm all in favour of free expression provided it's kept rigidly under control
~~ Alan Bennett
The turtle lives 'twixt plated decks
Which practically seal its sex
I think it clever of the turtle
In such a fix to be so fertile
~~ Ogden Nash
“There are stars within me. Some nights they shine, other nights, they collide.” —étoile filantes
"...There is, despite our wildest imaginings, only one life. The ghostly others, no matter how real they seem, no matter how badly we need them, are phantoms. The one life we're left with is sufficient to fill and refill our imperfect hearts with joy, and then to shatter them. And it never, ever lets up. Blame love." - Richard Russo
"I could not think of anything but his fingers on my neck, his thumb on my lips." —Tracy Chevalier, The Girl With a Pearl Earring
"Memory believes before knowing remembers." - William Faulkner
“I could be a wolf for you. I could put my teeth on your throat. I could growl. I could eat you whole. I could wait for you in the dark. I could howl against your hair.”
— Catherynne M. Valente, from “The Red Girl,” The Bread We Eat in Dreams