Desire filters toxins through my system at the sight and I lower again, shoving her against the padded wall to snake my tongue over the elixir of pain.

We've been here before. She knows I won't stop until she screams. Her pride won't let her scream until she's on the cusp of death.

Kicking the door shut with the heel of my boot, I wedge her against it, raining kisses on her skin, wishing I could climb inside her and kiss away the welts left on her heart and mind.

Lifting, smiling back at her giggle, her relief, I tease, “If you want to bleed sweetheart, I can make you bleed. I promise if I do it will be way more fun.

Kissing her again, softly, I leave my t-shirt next to her pillow.It's the silent promise that I'll come back again tonight.

Pulped in his crushing strength, his hug is enough to smear me over his body like war paint.

Snatching my hand in the death grip of his fingers, he pulls me off the wall to line his chest, closing his body around me in a muscular cage which smells of leather and soap.

Just once, he looks back at Arsay, and I feel like an entire encyclopedia of information and words is exchanged between them. I wish I could speak telepathy too.

Hold tight, and I promise to do the same. We don't need a safety net Zena. We have each other.

He follows me down, catching his weight on either side of my head so he can leer his face into mine, coiling muscles and immobility at me, “I want you to lay into me. Fight me.

He's going to bite me!Instantly the last light in the room fades out as if announcing the reign of darkness.

Everything has a reason, though it cannot always be deduced for we cannot see the full picture of a life at any point in time.

Capitalism is a pretty brutal place.

I will never stand for a national anthem again. I will turn my back and I will raise a fist.

Cindy and I are adoptive parents. We know what a treasure and joy it is to have an adopted child in our lives.

The fool will upset the whole science of astronomy.

Everybody ought to be given a chance to do whatever they want, but be responsible for their own actions.

I'm ridiculous to feel ridiculous when I'm not.

Nature is imperfectly perfect, filled with loose parts and possibilities, with mud and dust, nettles and sky, transcendent hands-on moments and skinned knees.

Secrecy is as indispensable to human beings as fire, and as greatly feared.