| 1 entry | | |  | | | | A day to late in my lonely life | wrote | | I'm sending you some kisses, I know you like them.
Love dictates, but a kiss writes the secrets of the heart.
Love is a sudden revelation: a kiss is always a discovery.
Man loves little and often: Woman much and rarely.
One kiss breaches the distance between friendship and love.
Sex is a momentary itch, love never lets you go.
So long as man remains free, he strives for nothing so incessantly and so painfully as to find someone to worship.
The human heart feels things the ey | | | | | 1 entry | | |
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