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Fiery and sweet, all at the same time. A flame in the dark, lighting my way.
Isn't she lovely made from love?
He tasted like love to her. Like everything sensual. Dark, dangerous and wholly wonderful.
In the immortal words of Mr. Burns ... eeeeexcellent.
Sexier than a silk teddy.
This love is thickly plaited.
It was like being pleased by a thorn blush, feeling fond of every prickle.
Like a fine wine, he was simply exquisite.
Her skin glowed, her hair was luxurious, her eyes sparkled, and her tits were even more fantastic.
Sensual is being in tune with your sensual self.
I like the way the word feels against my mouth - soft, unassuming, even soothing.
Sophisticated and complicated and able to color-coordinate a room like you wouldn't believe. I craved him with a bone-deep lust I'd once reserved exclusively for Godiva truffles.
He was confident, carefree and gorgeous, all the words that would adequately describe him.
Rapturous and full bodied performance.
You and me, Lucy, we're like a fire: Hot and unpredictable, scary and mesmerizing all at once.We started with a spark and before i knew it,I was consumed.I love the way you burn me up from the inside out.
Sweet, voluptuous & sexy
But I'm hellacious as they get
Don't test me!
My equilibrium is off
I want balance
I want my love rocked back
To its origin
I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful
He is beautiful.
O, my luve is like a red, red rose.
soft. Her hand was so soft, like cat fur, like bird feathers, like...everything soft he could think of. Her thumb caressing the corner of his mouth and her lips when they first touched his were tentative.
He loved me like thick molasses on a summer's day. Pure, sweet, sticky, warm, dark.
He was breathtaking. Breathtakingly sexy. Breathtakingly beautiful. Breathtakingly real. Just breathtaking.
Red lips like a living, laughing rose.
A pleasure so exquisite as almost to amount to pain.
Eschew all those beastly adjectives ...
Elegant, feminine, and utterly wild. Warm, and steadfast - unbreakable, his queen.
She's a mess of gorgeous chaos.
In daylight and up close, he was merciless, all smiles and freckles, the brightest, boldest flame a moth could wish for.
She tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth as we kissed, our tongues playing together.
Shined, combed, brushed and gorgeous
Lips all crude scarlet, and eyes as absurdly big and round as a child's good-by kiss.
Avoid the ecstatic adjectives that occupy such disproportionate space in every critic's quiver - words like "enthralling" and "luminous."
Light is incredibly generous, but also gentle.
When I put my mouth on hers for the first time, it's fucking magic. I can't describe what she tastes like except that it's everything that's right with the world.
A love so true, so consuming, so good.
I am a great lover.
Sweetly and subtly perfumed ... so soft it is best eaten with a spoon, a tenderness more appealing to gourmets than to those who have to pick, ship, handle and store it in constant fear of ruinous spoilage.
almost exquisite, the slight madness
And her lips: so inviting, bathed in shimmering wet, dark red gloss. They were meant for only two things, kissing and making love to your cock.
She has soft, delicate features, high cheek bones, a full mouth and pretty wide-set eyes. She's lovely.
I feel naturally florid when I look up again. I look like a flourish. I look the way the word galore feels. I feel uncultivated beautiful, like pure, organic allure.
Her nature is like a demonstrative cat's; she is delicate, acutely sensitive to cold, and incredibly caressing in her ways.
Bountiful beautiful!
She is like a butterfly,
Beautiful to look at
But hard to catch.
Soft and sweet, and burning like fire all at once, his lips clung to mine desperately. His large hand cupped the back of my head,pulling me even closer, and my arms wrapped around his neck holding him close. His kiss devoured me and left me aching for more.
Her mouth was soft and moist, and she came to me like a dachshund jumping into your lap.
Hot, raunchy and funny. - GiveMeBooks
His kiss is like dark chocolate, bitter and laced with sweetness - an aphrodisiac.
He was a drool-worthy, panty-drenching, yummy work of masculine art.
I'm magically delicious.
Sexy with a capital SEX.
Beautiful. Worthy of the highest love. Powerful and perfect. Beautiful is my daughter.
Their love was a bright flower, youthful and radiantly beautiful.
She consumes me with her eyes, her fiery touch, and the ways in which she loves me.
soft and sweet to look at with a prickly personality and a streak of defiant personality. I smirked. Kitten. It suited her.
Passionately desired, graciously received.
Even now, my back was still arched with sensual invitation, my bottom was questing up like a cat in heat, and my every move was supple, sinuous. I was one great big come-hither.
His mouth was the only bit of softness on him. Wide and sensual, lips parted slightly in his drugged state, his mouth was profanely beautiful.
Pretty as a painting, but thorny as a rose.
What a beautiful and chaste-looking mouth! from floor to ceiling, lines, or rather papered with a glistening white membrane, glossy as bridal satins.
Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love.
My Precious, my Precious.
Love is quivering happiness.
Her skin felt smooth and firm. Her hair smelled faintly of motor oil. Her mouth tasted like coffee. She was absolutely real, and it was the sexiest combination on the planet.
There's just something about you, Bess. You're sweeter than the aroma of the blueberry muffin I devoured with you, prettier than the sun setting over the ocean back home, and tangier than the lemons you squeeze into your water.
Her lips full and inviting, she has an infectious laugh and glassy cackle in her eyes, and a 2000 volt sexual charisma that beckons me like a fluff girl on scuffed knees.
Lovely is admirable.
Sweetness. That was the first surprise. He'd heard so many tart words from these lips . . . but her kiss was sweet. Cool and sweet, with a hint of true decadence beneath. Like a sun-ripened plum at the height of summer. Ready to fall into his hand at the slightest inducement.
Every moment is beautiful; delicious even!
The sweetness that all longed for night and day. Some tragedy might be idly guessed at-loss or illness. She had the luminosity of those about to die.
Charm of the most insidious kind: humorous, self-deprecating, and disarmingly frank and confiding.
They're sensational!
In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong.
So beautiful that he could not refrain from moving his lips towards her ...
Amazingly flaverly? Or flavored with amazin?
-Francis Vallejo
You make me feel like I am everywhere when I am right here, completely still with you.
Your love is blissful, graceful, and divine. When it touches me, it burns me with joy to purify.
Life is magnificent and vivacious, but it is also fugacious.
I like this word decadent; all shimmering and purple and gold.
You taste so good, Julia. So sweet. Your skin is so damn sweet all over,
I'm sweetness an' motherfuckin' light. Filled from goddamn head to toe wit' love.
Owen scooped up a mound of cereal. "Box said they were magically delicious." He cleared his spoon with a big bite.
"Well, they're definitely delicious, but only you are both magical and delicious." She leaned over and pressed a sloppy kiss to his cheek.
He wanted to give her another word to say, something like luscious or whisper or strawberry. Hell, antidisestablishmentarianism would do it.
You've got a deep core of sweetness that's quite incorruptible.
So beautiful but so bountiful.
So delicate but so fresh.
So magical but so simple.
So much to say but yet so silent.
So loving and so pleasant.
Oh, flowers of charming love,
You are life's joy and present.
A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.
She was like his favorite candy - hard on the outside but a soft surprise on the inside.
She is like a flower. Her smile illuminates the whole world.
She was the most beautiful woman I'd ever known. It was the beauty of a desert at dawn: a loveliness that filled my eyes, and crushed me into silent, unbreathing awe.
He'd never forgotten the sweep of her soft mouth against his, the taste of her sweetness, like strawberries, and the way she fired his insides to life.
I believed devoutly in her power to fascinate him, in her dazzling loveliness. I believed her young, ardent, reckless, disillusioned, under sentence, feverish, avid of pleasure.
This is a delicious evening, when the whole body is one sense, and imbibes delight through every pore.
Brilliant pale green of her eyes, the buttercup yellow of her hair.
I am insatiable - aim to sate me but never dull my flames of desire that are fuelled by the existence of you.
The lips of the one I love are my perpetual pleasure ...
so pRetty i hAd to Eat hiM
Sexy as hell and stubborn as a mule.
Lou popped up often in his daydreams: her warm eyes, creamy skin, even her scars. Where were those from? Not many women could pull off the drunken-mess look, but Lou had been adorable and charming and a bit intoxicating. And the cake- he couldn't forget the smell of that coconut cake.
He's as beautiful as his voice sounds. Blonde shaggy curls with short sides. Scruff; oh dear leprechaun I'm a sucker for scruff on a man.
Levana's face was fiercely beautiful. Breathtaking in her viciousness.