You are my want
You are my need
You are my desire
You are my salvation
Of sin
A sin I wish
To bathe in
Get lost in
Be consumed by
Until it is part of
Every inch of me
Until it touches
The deepest parts
Of me
Until I am sin
Myself
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My body is your parchment
To write upon
A flourish of words
Blinding in their beauty
Perfectly created
And molded to their subject
As a second skin
Tattoo my soul with these words
Using your midnight ink
Making me yours for all time
Your muse
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He misses nothing
In his study of her.
Starting with the dark eyebrows
That frame her blue grey eyes.
His eyes trace
The line of her nose
Catching
The minute freckles
That dot the bridge.
To her lips
Imagining their softness.
Down along
The graceful curve of her neck
To the swell of her breasts
That would sweetly fill his hands
And along the rest of
Her curves
Where he sighs in contentment
Proud she is his
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She can be as still and silent
As the barren trees in winter.
Solitary sentries
Always watching
Waiting for their moment.
She is the same way
She may not always speak
You may not always know what is on her mind
But rest assured she is always thinking
Waiting for the right moment.
She is contemplative
And unless ruffled in some way
She takes her time
She measures her words
Disliking having to retrieve ones
Given in haste.
But while there is an abundance of feeling
Behind her words
She is not the type to use them to wound
But rather
It pleases her most
When her words
Soothe and comfort
Cause laughter and smiles
Make the recipient know their importance
And value.
When she has accomplished those things
She smiles to herself
Still and silent
But happy
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She sets the butterflies free
Hundreds of them
Hidden within her
Butterflies that he has created
That he has caused
She feels like a schoolgirl
The slightest hint of him
A whiff of his presence
Responsible for her secret smile
Responsible for the warmth that starts at her core
And radiates outward
Until she feels him over every inch of her
The thought of him
Causing a sudden frisson of excitement
And thus the creation of the butterflies
She sets them free
She knows that there will always be more
With him
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It seems to come from all sides
Unexpected
She feels powerless against it
The tears that fall
Leave permanent tracks
To show that they have been there
Again and again
She doesn’t understand why
They well up in her eyes
Great big silver drops
That seem to consume her eyelashes
Surreptitiously she wipes them away
But she cannot hide the glassy look that is left behind
A tell tale sign
That there have been tears
She doesn’t want the pain
Who does?
But she feels things so keenly
That it is impossible
To escape unscathed
Feeling her own feelings
And other’s too
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This quote is from a book that I quite adore. It is called ‘Griffin & Sabine’
I happened upon this quote, was entranced and had to read the book.
Once I had read the first one I had to possess all three.
I fell in love with the characters Griffin and Sabine.
There are three books within the series and each one is, in my opinion, a work of art.
The books are about Griffin and Sabine, who meet quite accidentally through the mail.
What ensues is a delightful correspondence which deepens the relationship between the two,
despite their physical distance.
Each book shows the progression of their feelings and actions.
This is a quote from the second book, ‘Sabine’s Notebook’ and one of my favorites as it enunciates the deepening feelings between the two and draws the reader further into their story.
Not only are the books visually enticing but the story itself is wonderfully sweet and engaging. If you’ve ever had a long distance relationship this story will remind you of moments shared between lovers when physical touch is not possible.
The books are laid out as correspondence between the two characters. Postcards, letters…with the pop art aspect allowing the reader to remove the letter and read it themselves.
I don’t normally write a blog such as this but these are such gorgeous books and so very romantic that I wished to share.
All photographs taken by sirensong1208
