I love…
…when you sat on the kitchen counter, asked me to come close, then wrapped your legs and arms around me while you kissed me passionately.
 
From “The Prophet” by Kahlil Gibran
If either your sails or our rudder be broken, you can but toss and drift, or else be held at a standstill in mid-seas.  For reason, ruling alone, is a force confining; and passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.  Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion; that it may sing; And let it direct your passion with reason, that your passion may live through its own daily resurrection, and like the phoenix rise above its own ashes.