We are desperate to flatten the curve. Oh, how we miss curving into each other.

The idea is to write it so that people hear it and it slides through the brain and goes straight to the heart.

The way you look at me, the way you touch me, the way you tease me drives me crazy.

I think God made the morning with a magical touch. We feel so refreshed and calm in the morning. I wish you a very good morning.

I just wanna see you. Hold you. Hug you. Touch you. Kiss you. Cuddle you. Love you.

Sometimes I wake up and all I want is to feel your hands all over my body.

Sometimes when I wake all, all I want is to feel your sexy hands all over my body.

Pelt you wet kisses on my back, bite my thighs, lick my neck, hold me with all the face you got and get me wanting you more.

If I could have just one wish, I would wish to wake up every day to the sound of your breath on my neck, the warmth of your lips on my cheek, the touch of your fingers on my skin, and the feel of your heart beating with mine… Knowing that I could never find that feeling with anyone other than you.

I want you in my bed and between my legs.

If I don’t touch you soon I’ll go out of my mind.

I want to be the first thing you touch in the morning and the last thing you taste at night before you dream.

Kissing your body, feeling your booty and doing nasty things with you is everything I can dream of.

Good morning, may the LORD bless everything that you would touch today and every land that you shall match today, you shall sing his praise and worship his name whenever you go.

When I wake up to you caressing my hair each morning, I realize this is what heavenly blessings feel like! May you have a prosperous

Push my back to the wall and do weird things to my body.

Can we just kiss, cuddle, hold one another so tight and make out in your car?

Do you know what would look good on you?
Me!

Woke up with you on my mind. Hopefully, I’ll be going to bed with you later.

Morning sexy. I wish I woke up with my body pressed against yours. Maybe tonight?

If you were here right now, what would you be doing to me?

Pull off your undies, show me your curves and your edges. I want to be sure when I will start from and where I will end at? I want to savour your banging body and want to see what is making me go crazy about you! I want to love you and your body!

Listen to me now! When you get here, I will pull out all your clothes and touch everywhere.

Can you just come, hold and squeeze me so hard?

I love the way you touch me, kiss me, and hug me. I miss you.

My little girl, I feel so happy when I play with your hair until you fall asleep on my chest. Needless to say, I feel even happier when I can kiss every inch of your body.

Your touch makes the earth turn around, your kisses melt me away and give me the courage to meet another day.

My breath made you quiver, can you imagine what you will feel when I kiss you from head to toe?

I’m a shy girl, but when I am together with you, when I feel your skin, all I want is to be freaky!

All I want is to feel your skin against my skin, your hands on my curves and your teeth on my neck.

To have you in bed with me, hearing your breathing, feeling your hands and smelling the scent of your hair is a miracle for me.

I swear that when our lips touch, I can taste the next 60 years of my life.

Come here I need to kiss you.

There is nothing that I want more than your hand in mine.

I fell in love with the way you touched me without using your hands.

I’d spend the entire day in your arms if I could. The times shared with you are the most precious moments of my life.

Be aware to touch me… you may be victim of Love.

I promise to keep things romantic and touching in our relationship. And I can guarantee that I will do crazy things with you and be as naughty as I can.

I love the touch of your lips when we kiss. I love the rub of your hips when we rub. I love the warmth of your breath on my neck when we hug.

I want to feel your scent, taste, and skin tonight and each night we are together.

When you hold me, I feel like I’m home.

Chemistry is you touching my mind and is setting my body on fire.

“What did you say?” I asked, walking to her, putting my hand on the small of her back.
“Shhhh,” she said. “I’m sleeping.”

Her underwear, her jeans, the comforter, my corduroys and my boxers between us I thought. Five layers, and yet I felt it, the nervous warmth of touching.

Her hand just above my knee, the palm flat and soft against my jeans and her index finger making slow, lazy circles that crept toward the inside of my thigh, and with one layer between us, God I wanted her. And lying there, amid the tall, still grass and beneath the star-drunk sky, listening to the just-this-side-of-inaudible sound of her rhythmic breathing and the noisy silence of the bullfrogs, the grasshoppers, the distant cars rushing endlessly on I-65, I thought it might be a fine time to say the Three Little Words. And I steeled myself to say them as I stared up at that starriest night, convinced myself that she felt it, too, that her hand so alive and vivid against my leg was more than playful, and fuck Lara and fuck Jake because I do, Alaska Young, I do love you and what else matters but that.

French. Feel. Finger. Fuck.

…and we’re just chatting and then I’m in the middle of a sentence about analogies or something and like a hawk he reaches down and he honks my boob. HONK. A much-too-firm, two- to three-second HONK. And the first thing I thought was Okay, how do I extricate this claw from my boob before it leaves permanent marks? and the second thing I thought was God, I can’t wait to tell Takumi and the Colonel.

We got off at the next exit, quietly, and, switching drivers, we walked in front of the car. We met and I held him, my hands balled into tight fists around his shoulders, and he wrapped his short arms around me and squeezed tight, so that I felt the heaves of his chest as we realized over and over again that we were still alive. I realized it in waves and we held on to each other crying and I thought, ‘God we must look so lame,’ but it doesn’t matter when you have just now realized, all the time later, that you are still alive.

Insomnia is a variant of Tourette’s–the waking brain races, sampling the world after the world has turned away, touching it everywhere, refusing to settle, to join the collective nod. The insomniac brain is a sort of conspiracy theorist as well, believing too much in its own paranoiac importance–as though if it were to blink, then doze, the world might be overrun by some encroaching calamity, which its obsessive musings are somehow fending off.

Del: You play with your balls a lot.
Neal: I do NOT play with my balls.
Del: Larry Bird doesn’t do as much ball-handling in one night as you do in an hour!
Neal: Are you trying to start a fight?
Del: No. I’m simply stating a fact. That’s all. You fidget with your nuts a lot.
Neal: You know what’d make me happy?
Del: Another couple of balls, and an extra set of fingers?

Neal: Del… Why did you kiss my ear?
Del: Why are you holding my hand?
Neal: Where’s your other hand?
Del: Between two pillows…
Neal: Those aren’t pillows!