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[sexysuggestion]

your lips taste like paradise

[bunnygirl1998]

Your kiss is honey and your touch scorches like fire, and I worship it.

Neil Gaiman, American Gods (via lesgardenias)

[lesgardenias]

Εχεις μια γεύση τρικυμίας στα χείλη Κι ένα φόρεμα κόκκινο σαν το αίμα Βαθιά μέσ’ στο χρυσάφι του καλοκαιριού Και τ’ άρωμα των γυακίνθων - Μα που γύριζες

You have a taste of tempest on your lips And a dress red as blood Deep in the gold of summer And the perfume of hyacinths—But where did you wander?

Μαρίνα των Βράχων, Οδυσσέας Ελύτης Marina Of The Rocks, Odysseas Elytis

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

—Yes. And violently? —Violently.

William Brewer, from Voices As Of Lions Coming Down  (via lesgardenias)

[polykowiak]

Words came from his tongue sweeter than honey.

The Landleaguers by Anthony Trollope  (via lesgardenias)

[punlovsin]

Your body is all honey and perfume,and freedom and seduction and temptation, and God knows what all.

H.Miller (via lesgardenias)

[themissingslate]

هي تعرفُ الوقتَ من انحناءاتِ الوردِ، “She knows the time from the way the roses bend…”

Dunya Mikhail, from ‘The Gypsy’. Published in The Missing Slate  (via lesgardenias)

[fitzgeraldquotes]

Suddenly he was inside the radius of her perfume and kissing her breathlessly.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, First Blood  (via lesgardenias)

[theperfumemaker]

Paint me a heaven of love with your bloodied mouth.

Federico García Lorca, Collected Poems (via lesgardenias)

[sexysuggestion]

give me the look that says “just wait until we’re alone”

[honeyandelixir]

God, she was beautiful - my first image of the Orient - a woman such as only the desert poet knew how to praise: her face was the sun, her hair the protecting shadow, her eyes fountains of cool water, her body the most slender of palm-trees and her smile a mirage.

Amin Maalouf, Samarkand (via lesgardenias)

[lonniiii-deactivated20170829]

Don’t introduce me to your parents unless you plan on marrying me bc they’re going to love me & ask about me for the rest of your life lol

[polykowiak]

His hands, large and lean, were as delicate in their actions as those of a temple dancer.

John Steinbeck (via lesgardenias)

[5000letters]

Peel your heart like a pomegranate. Offer it to him, palms outwards. Say “eat.” Watch him come away stained red by you. You’re in his teeth. He’ll kiss you with that mouth.

Azra.T “Fruit”   (via lesgardenias)

[lifeinpoetry]

“your sound sweet perfume on my thighs.”

Sonia Sanchez, from “7 Haiku,” Morning Haiku (via lesgardenias)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

She smiled mournfully, almost dreamily.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Brothers Karamazov (via lesgardenias)

[lifeinpoetry]

In a field. With the moon. And the dark. And the dirt. With your mouth. And just one word: god god god.

Daphne Gottlieb, from “how you talk,” 15 Ways to Stay Alive (via lesgardenias)