Clergyman's

“A faint sheen of perspiration made Simone’s face glow, and every part of him felt warm and alive. I want you, he thought. God, I want you. He used his free hand to cup the side of her face. Her skin was so soft…so dewy and creamy and perfect. He wanted to touch every inch of her. He wanted to lick the salt sheen from her breasts and her belly and her legs. He wanted to taste the deep places.”
— Abigail Strom

“Oh, Lily,” He says shaking his head. “I know about love. About wanting and dreaming and wishing with every part of your soul. I know enough to reconize the parts that are real and teh parts that are only in my fantasy.” Ge turns his head slightly to face me, and I find myself saying,”L-like what?””Like when she cries and my heart tears in to little shreds, and all I can think of is making her forget the source of her sadness.” His face is blank, emotionless. his words -and the underlying emotion bombarding me through the bond- more than make up for it. “That’s real.”my voice is barely a whisper when I ask, “And fantasy?””Believing she’ll ever feel the same way.”
— Tera Lynn Childs

“I didn’t have to say a word. My love for him appeared upon my flesh like virgin tattooed skin.”
— Alfa H