Tuesday, February 23

The Forbidden Fruit

consume my heart away; sick with desire

I want a mysterious, intense, mind-blowing kiss with a stranger.

It reminds me of when I once kissed a boy in the art room.

'Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lover's tears.
What's it else? A madness most discreet.'

[sorry for the inevitable Shakespeare cliche, but it's one of my favourites]

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

who'd you kiss

Lara said...

None of your business :)