"There is no name for what I’m feeling. There is no description for it. To call it yearning would be like calling the ocean water. Whatever this thing is, it shoves you inside itself and you can’t measure its boundaries, because they go too far and you don’t have enough time. Or you move towards the boundaries and they move away.
There has been an earthquake in my life."
"I like to wait while his mouth kisses my neck, moving down to where my neckline goes deep, and my breasts hurt swollen a little, waiting for his hands to begin, and my hair is falling loose over my bare shoulders, and my mouth is soft and wet and wanting under his."