“Put a glide in your stride, a dip in yo' hip and come on up to the mothership”
“I'm not cock-blocking for kicks and giggles. The mothership called”
“Dip your hands into life, scoop up memories, dreams, questions and ideas and weave them into stories.”
“She put a hand up to her scars, whispering, "Your love comes with a heavy price tag.”
“Oh no! My subconscious slams down her Complete Works of Charles Dickens, leaps up from her armchair, and puts her hands on her hips.”
“Aren‘t you going to get up?"He put a hand on the curve of her hip, a possessive gesture that had already becomefamiliar. "No. Let‘s have more sex.”