love

25Sep08

Let me lie,
let me die on thy snow-covered bosom,
I would eat of thy flesh as a delicate fruit,
I am drunk of its smell, and the scent
of thy tresses
Is a flame that devours.
George Moore

Romance books are never good for your mental health when you’re alone at home, on a bed and cuddling up to a pink pig called piglet.

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