“Eyes darker than a midnight lake penetrate my thoughts with their intensity, and a big hand warmly covers mine”

“Sometimes there is no darker place than our own thoughts; the moonless midnight of the mind.”

“Mine, I thought deliriously, as a shadow swept over us, like a cape had been thrown over the sky.Mine, as my hands stroked up that strong back, velvety and warm, where every dip and line of muscle fit sweetly into my palms.Mine, as the storm trembled in the air around us, and shook the earth beneath us.“Mine,” I murmured, as blue eyes met mine, wide and startled. And then closed again as he took my breath in a kiss so consuming that I barely noticed when the storm continued on toward the horizon, the midnight wings showing vague starlight through in patches as it passed overhead.As it missed us.“Yours,” Louis-Cesare groaned”

“It was darker than a pitch-black panther, covered in tar, eating black licorice at the very bottom of the deepest part of the Black Sea.”

“I went to a wilderness, love had rained and had covered earth, as feet penetrate snow, I found my feet covered with love.”

“Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle. She died young.”