In public, in front of others, always have your lover's back, whether you think them right or completely fucking wrong. No exceptions ever.

Even if we could read a woman's thoughts, we would still fuck up often. Face it, they are as fantastic and mysterious as all the universes.

Treat creatures or people who have less power, or control, disrespectfully?

That is all I ever fucking need know about you.

When you make me lose my very ability to articulate. Fuck. Yes. That.

Life is like a glow stick in pitch black night. You will never be able to find your true self & path, until something breaks you in half.

How often do you find lost souls?

Not often. Only those that want to be found, can be.

Person standing so close to me I can feel your body heat: Before I turn you best pray to each of your gods that I find you hot as fuck.

Live your life with the force of a billion stars. For that is exactly what you are made of.

In public, my hand on the small of you back is the simple way I express that you are, and always will be, the center of my middle-earth.

If you were mine, you would forget the word 'neglect' ever existed in the English language.

Ever notice that you learn the most about yourself, and the world, from those that seek to bring harm to you?

Keeping track of all the crossroads in my life where I have made the wrong choice, would be like trying to fucking herd cats.

Your wants are becoming my wants.

There is crazy.
There is batshit crazy.
And then there is: Shake your head and let me see if I can hear the pissed off hissing snakes crazy.

"Fuck me and the horse I rode in on?"

That guy is in for the surprise of his life when he looks outside and sees I rode in on a dragon.

That moment she demanded you take her against the wall, and she moved one of your hands around her throat and the other into her hair. That

Let them underestimate you. Encourage it. When they end up on the ground looking up at you, it's all the fucking more satiating.

That one touch, from that one person, at that one moment, where surrender turns rescue. Every. Fucking. Time.

People think I'm contemplating the universe as I brush my goatee with a distant gaze,but I'm just trying to keep the fucker out of my mouth.

Why am I working today?

Poor fucking planning, that's why.