“I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.”
“... and he's kissing me and I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.”
“My face is in his hands and my lips are at his lips and he's kissing me and I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.”
“I feel as though I'm not breathing when I'm out of his presence. He's the oxygen in my air, the sun in my universe, the staff of my life. —Jane Gardiner”
“He gave life to the breath- oxygen, a simple gas, he transferred into words, ideas, hope.”
“Kissed me like he was a man starving for oxygen and I was the only air he needed to breathe.”