Outside Myself

I love…
…how sometimes when we kiss your tongue will dart out and touch my lips for a quick moment teasing me and inviting my tongue to play with yours. 

Katherine Mansfield to John Middleton Murray, 1918
My love for you tonight
is so deep and tender
that it seems to be outside myself.
… I love you
… I love you
… Oh, what it is to love like this!

A Flame that Burns

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.

In Spite of Myself

I remember…
… when my assistant was at lunch you came to my office time wearing a trench coat with nothing underneath but lingerie and stockings.  We secretly made love quietly behind my closed door in one of the sweetest moments of my life.  
 
Honore de Balzac in a letter to Evelina Hanska, June 1836
I can no longer think of anything but you. 
In spite of myself,
my imagination carries me to you. 
I grasp you,
I kiss you,
I caress you,
a thousand of the most amorous caresses
take possession of me.

Worth Fighting For

I remember…
…making love with candles burning all around the room and seeing how beautiful you were in the soft glow of the dancing flames.

Erica Jong, O Magazine, February 2004
Love is everything it’s cracked up to be.
That’s why people are so cynical about it…
It really is worth fighting for,
risking everything for.
And the trouble is,
if you don’t risk everything,
you risk even more.

The Wine of Love

I remember…
…the times when we took a shower together and how good it felt when you washed my back.

From “The Wine of Love” by James Thomson (1834-1882)
The wine of Love
is music,
And the feast of Love
is song,
And when Love sits down
to the banquet,
Love sits long.

A Kiss of Desire

I remember…
…slow dancing in public for the first time and everyone being envious of how much in love we were.

A White Rose” by John Boyle O-Reilly 1844 – 1890
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
Oh, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud,
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.