Sweet pulp and sour skin - Or was it sweet outside, and sour within?
I have a sweet tooth for song and music. This is my Polish sin.
Don't poison someone whom you can kill with sweets.
Love is a struggle, hard to get and hard to leave.
Life is a bitter sweet journey my friend, a bitter sweet journey.
I love any kind of food. I don't have a sweet tooth, but I love haleem.
Mitchell Stephens: You'd make a good poker player, kid.
I have a sweet tooth. I love dessert, and if somebody makes me one, I'm going to have it.
Saying "halva-halva" won't make your mouth sweet.
Rather a bitter truth than a sweet lie.
Coffee should be black as Hell, strong as death, and sweet as love.
Don't speak sweet words when your deeds are of stone.
You sure are a sweet girl, Scout. I'm half tempted to keep you." "Ummm... Thanks?" Knowing she was a potential Alpha I worried about what "keeping me" might entail. Probably chains. And whips. And maybe a dog collar. And now I was going to have to li...
He stands on the stone table and selects a large fig, bites into the skin, then opens it with his fingers. He thinks of a woman's sex, ancient and eternal, no young girl would have such gritty sweetness. Was this not perhaps the fruit that got Adam a...
The priestess of Artemis took hold of her almost with the violence of a lover, and whisked her away into a languid ecstasy of reverie. She communicated her own enthusiasm to the girl, and kept her mind occupied with dreams, faery-fervid, of uncharted...
I thought of my sweet little girl and her chubby cheeks, big brown eyes and long brown hair with bangs that constantly needed trimming. She was all that really mattered in this world, and I could not keep moping over some guy who came in and out of m...
She liked this. Liked the closeness. With lover’s she’d taken in the past, things had been short and sweet. She certainly hadn’t stuck about to snuggle in case they started to get ideas, not after the first time. Killing a guy you’d fucked wa...
Matthew had called her harmless. Harmless. And being with him made Frankie feel squashed into a box - a box where she was expected to be sweet and sensitive (but not oversensitive); a box for young and pretty girls who were not as bright or as powerf...
I likened her to the slender PSYCHÉ and judged that the perfection of her face ennobled everything unclean around her: The dusty hems of her bunched-up skirt, the worn straps of her nightshirt; the blackened soles of her bare feet [...] All this and...
Oh, you mysterious girls, when you are fifty-two we shall find you out; you must come into the open then. If the mouth has fallen sourly yours the blame: all the meanness your youth concealed have been gathering in your face. But the pretty thoughts ...
I'm in love with a girl who knows me better. Fell for the woman just when I met her. Took my sweet time when I was bitter. Someone understands, She knows how treat a fella right. Give me that feeling every night, She wants show love when I wanna figh...
