“On thy wither’d lips and dry, Which like barren furrows lie, Brooding kisses I will pour, Shall thy youthful heart restore. (Such kind showers in autumn fall, And a second spring recall); Nor from thee will ever part, Ancient Person of my Heart.”
John Wilmot, Second Earl of Rochester
Pain is weakness leaving the body.
I will watch myself die daily and be reborn unto flesh at dawn every new morning…
“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.”
Jess C. Scott
Your name on my lips is the very sound of desire to me. It drips in a whisper and subtly seduces my tongue to speak it out loud.
To My Beloved