Instead of reciting her an original love poem using words, I think I’ll use my tongue to more creatively explore the deepest parts of her.

Robots make better lovers.

Feel free to become a slave to your own clone. And mine. Remember, you can never have too many lovers who look exactly the same as me.

Every lover is a soldier.

Lover of love. I adore love letters, and professions of love, and true, heartfelt moments when two people know they’re meant for each other.

You are like a god, like an immortal one,’ she whispered to me one night in our bed, her naked body pressed to mine, our sweat golden and glistening in the candlelight. ‘Oh, my love,’...

It’s always nice being fancied. It’s always nice being wanted. Even it it’s by the wrong person.

I’m a lover of fairs and corn dogs.

I promised her that I would never kiss and tell, but I have to tell someone about my dreams and fairytales. So I’m telling you that I kissed her.

Oh how warm it makes one to know that there is one person in the world to whom one is everything. A lover is the most precious, the most marvelous possession.

No need to get sexual with me.” I’m a bring my own elevator kind of lover anyway.

I need love. Here’s a list of other things I need: eggs, butter, flour, and sugar. I’m making a cake for the woman I love—and another one for my lover.

Why would anybody want dick for free?” What kind of lover would that make?

A woman never thoroughly cares for herlover until he has ceased to care for her; and it is not until you havesnapped your fingers in Fortune’s face and turned on your heel that shebegins to...

It was a vision of the one thing that we both hoped someday would be…the warmth of our bodies next to each other’s, reflected in sunset of our secret place… We longed for it to...

I loveyou. I loveyou, my cousin’s wife. I loveyou, theone woman I can never have. I loveyou, Francesca Bridger-ton Stirling.

We sensible often resist intrusive love and its chaos practically, employing measures to prevent the former for fear of the latter. But for all our wit and work, that desperation for control also prevents the...

Love releases us into the realm of divine imagination, where the soul is expanded and reminded of its unearthly cravings and needs. We think that when a lover inflates his loved one he is failing...

I love you” he said. I did not say anything. What could I say? If i said i love you too, i had perpetual punishment for being a liar.

Joys circular fulfillment was so persistent, when I was weak it gave me strength.

You know what’s a chain reaction? The direct relationship between how fast I pedal, and how fast my bicycle travels. I’m the kind of lover who notices the small details, like the fact that my...

A good lover is a person who knows how to love deeply but never expects any in return.

He had short hair. The technical term is bald. I’m sure he would have made a better lover if he were wearing a Donald Trump wig.

The chair I want for my office has wheels, so I can put it on my treadmill and get some exercise while I work. Likewise, we can’t let a love like ours just roll on...

Calm, gleam of your emerald kingdom raising my spirit beyond for perspective welcomes a smooth adventure with your golden waves of knowledge and wisdom nurturing the life within…never still, never quiet… Your voice calls out...

…you either forgive a lover for abandoning you or you forgive God for taking them – either way you have to forgive…

Swinging back and forthdeeply stuck in tranced forbidden dreamWanting not to recognize fantasyis purely schemeElaborate facade of lustinto realityTransferring thoughts of illusionwill be fatality

Love is hard to find, hard to keep, and hard to forget.

I’m a man of integrity. My heart is locked and I have given you the only key.

I always start peeing when I’m only halfway to the litter box. This eagerness to finish is what probably makes me such a great lover.

I am fun, friendly, and I know how to use the third comma in a list of three distinct items or things. In my book that makes me a better lover, because I wrote it....

pillow talk” for a reason, because most men fall asleep right after sex, leaving the pillow as the only thing a woman has to talk to.

You wash the horse, and I’ll wash the horse trainer. Then we’ll wash the dishes while we gallop into the sunset like two dirty lovers.

…she was afraid of how he made her feel, because he made her feel way too much

It was not only Odette’s indifference, however, that he must take pains to circumvent; it was also, not infrequently, his own; feeling that, since Odette had had every facility for seeing him, she seemed no...

Never had we ever kissed as lovers; if we touched lips it was as brother and sister. In one moment of emotion, our lips fell together by accident, but we quickly removed ourselves as though...

…this refinement and delicacy were what Cale adored; but Cale had been beaten into shape, hammered in dreadful fires of fear and pain. How could she be with him for long? A secret part of...

He was abominable…and the most alluring, tortured soul I’d ever met.

I close my eyes to indulge and reminisce of a sunset that never existed.

I sighed as a lover, I obeyed as a son.

Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one’s breath.

I have two hands so I can provide companionship to myself by holding one hand with the other. As a lover, I am self-sufficient.

My head aches, my eyes burn, my arms and legs have given up, and my face in the mirror has a grayish cast. The bed, across the room, calls in its unmistakable lover’s croon, Come...

There is one secret place…it is beautiful and peaceful, where gentle water flows, and most beautiful garden grows, yet, nobody could ever go to…You reach deep within my soul drawing out all the dreams that...

He’ll burn the world for her

[On Schopenhauer in Black and White] Schopenhauer’s views of love are flawed. Love can’t be merely an illusion of the mind to aid in procreation, but the path to redemption for an otherwise violently selfish...

Obsession. It starts with a spark. A flicker. At the strike of a match. Lying dormant in most of us, obsession feasts on the fumes, breathes in the smoky scent, curing around and in on...

Those are the words of a lover, Eona.

You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy.

The love doctor, Orafoura, says there are two things that a guy can do to promote a healthy relationship: One, grow out a handlebar mustache, and two, grow a mullet. I don’t know, will radiating...