You can’t have a women’s body without having her heart, mind and soul if only momentarily.
Her vice takes hold of her again, but she still refrains until some moment when, gnawed by some hideous caprice, she comes aground like a mournful wreck ruined by lust, in the midst of her own banal, perfidious pollution.
An ordinary woman who makes herself available to an extraordinary God can do amazing things for God.
The more a woman appreciates the hunting prowess of her man, the more he will kill for her.
They don’t know I only speak in runaway train stations
and everybody is always a few minutes too late to the platform.
No one has ever gotten the chance to get too close
because it is never romantic to fuck the girl who makes love to her own sadness every single night.
Women! Dressed to kill the woman in them.
To create a just world for women, we must firstly teach men to be just!
You are perfectly right in making some slight alteration. Indeed, no woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.
If I were born a woman, my clothes would be for any man with rough hands
to tear down and my body to be made love to by any heart lost enough to
She’s kind of a walking poem, she’s this perfect beauty…but at the same time very deep, very smart.