“and you go on toward your ocean, the cigar biting your lips the way love used to.”
“You bite your lip, and I want to take that lip into my mouth and suck on it like popsicle. I want to lick your lips and bite them and kiss you until you're fucking lost and gasping and puddled on the floor.” Well...shit. I want that.”
“I want you very badly, especially now, when you're biting your lip again.”
“If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.If you say "No! I don't want it right now," that's when you'll get it for sure. Love will make a way out of no way. Love is an exploding cigar which we willingly smoke.”
“You’re not going to bite me with your fangs, are you?”
“Nana used to say whenever you start feeling like the world is taking a bite out of you, bite back by counting your blessings.”