#lovers

In this world . . . It's Heaven when: The French are chefs The British are police The Germans are engineers The Swiss are bankers And the Italians are lovers It's Hell when: The English are chefs The Germans are police The French are engineers The Swiss are lovers And the Italians are bankers. ↗

— Hidekaz Himaruya

#chefs #engineers #heaven #hell #hetalia

Aaarrggg, ahoy me matey, thars a great grand vagina over yonder." Penises talk like pirates when I'm drunk. ↗

— Tara Sivec

#seduction-and-snacks #tara-sivec #seduction

Man, he wasn't going to need a stress test anytime soon. If his heart could get through a kiss from her, he could probably run a marathon. While dragging a car behind him. Sideways to the road. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#lovers

I believe in fate and I believe you were supposed to walk into my life, so Mason could walk into yours. ↗

— Ella Frank

#family-relationships #lovers #family

The mind-blowing, ridiculous sex which was the stuff of both poetry and porn - so unlike anything else I had ever experienced before. ↗

— Emily Giffin

#lovers #sex #love

But every spiteful word she ever wrote him was effortless love clenched in her fists. Her heart screaming for stability in this fiery game of desire. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#breakup #desire #jamie-weise #love #love-story

Love that is written lasts longer ↗

— Paloma Perpuly

#love

There is a little Juliet inside me, hoping I will lock eyes with my Romeo on the other side of a fish tank or through a gap in a library bookcase. Hell, even if it's behind the condiments section in a supermarket. I don't really mind. ↗

— Jessica Thompson

#love-story #lovers #love

To a man, sex is the ultimate expression of love. It is pure pleasure. But to a woman there exists something greater than pleasure - gestures of adoration. A gentle caress on the cheek, an attentive smile, a soft kiss while swept away in a slow dance, the whispered words, 'You're beautiful' - these are the tokens of love that women cherish. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#adoration #attention #love #lovers #pleasure

Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations. ↗

— George Byron

#because #friends #generally #indeed #jealousy