Quotes by Poppet

Its a heady aphrodisiac being exposed to his unique voice when he adopts that tone. His voice reverbs on a bunch of notes simultaneously. Its the first thing you notice about Ryan, his voice sounds like an orchestra playing a symphony composed by angels. Its most distracting until you grow immune to it, and now Im back to completely infected with the Ryan voice virus.

Im a tundra with wind endlessly blowing a hollow tunnel through me.

Naïve, and very very dangerous. If she only knew what treacherous waters she has just stepped into.

Biting a plump bottom lip, I stare into endless irises open and poised over my own. Sliding my hand up her thigh, under her gown, I pull her closer with the hand cupping her hipbone, releasing the growl of a king caught in delight.

Phoebe, dont play coy. If you were willing to give a peeping Tom a show, and you thought you were doing it for my benefit, then lets cut the pretend out of this and shoot straight for cold hard honesty

God bless you butterfly, because now Im claiming you like no mate has ever been claimed in the history of our kind

Running my fingers into his thick hair, I wallow in the strength and heat surrounding me before he pulls away, giving me such a happy smile it makes my heart rattle inside my chest. Theres nothing better in this whole world than to be held in someones loving stare. A stare they reserve for you.

His eyes are piercing and intense, the stare they give me brimming with threat and interest, folding thick arms over a broad chest, rippling the muscles in his forearms and etching the tattoos down his arms into stark highlight.

Pushing himself off the bed in a violent thrust, his lats widen like wings down his sides, where his waistcoat is open halfway to his waist to accommodate muscular builds, he indicates the gilded cage with outstretched arms. Showing off his supreme musculature, he says, “We have forever Phoebe.

The activity has pumped out his chest and hardened his abs, and I cant believe Im even noticing or appreciating it. His smile is naughty, the muscles in his shoulders thick and ripped, undulating with his movement when he adjusts his position for me to get an eyeful.

He gives me the stare that only men can do. The mouth tightening exasperation stare.

Now more than ever I wish I had a cup of oblivion. But there is no mercy for the people who have left the darkness for the light. The darkness lingers until you stand naked in the light and let it fill you up, in every corner of your soul.

He puts his arm around me, the lights dancing on his dark skin constantly skipping across to mine, planting a myriad of emotions into each pore as if preparing my heart for tilling.

Like opium, nerve annihilation stretches up my veins to pump incinerating anguish through my body.

The closer she hip sways to me, the taller and tenser I stand, until Im so rigid my muscles ache.

Im in a bastard mood, so wait for her to come to me without moving. Here kitty kitty, come to the lions den.

The sun sets, the strange clouds glowing eerily like a full moon laced with arsenic and occult warnings. Eternity stretches out her mocking red carpet, hinting at the long lonely walk of regret I have ahead of me.

Look into my eyes and deny me.

shes so caught up shes unaware shes no longer the prisoner here, I am

In truth the issue is that we are so powerful what we believe becomes our reality.