Sunday, September 28, 2014

heroin...

your hands
on my skin are
like heroin
to my heart.

 i swear i will get
my fill of you.
even if
it kills me
first.

 -beau taplin

 "When the heart is flooded with love there is no room in it for fear, for doubt, for hesitation. When each partner loves so completely that he has forgotten to ask himself whether or not he is loved in return; when he only knows that he loves and is moving to its music-then, and then only, are two people able to dance perfectly in tune to the same rhythm."
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