She quivered...

 He stood up; a gentle breeze blew in suddenly from the mountains, 
tousling his hair, attactively.

"Our destinies are not meant to follow one path."

He felt her heart throbbing joyously against him as his lips came, warm and tender, to meet hers.

Yeah.

I've been reading romance novels.

Really, I'm not a romance novel kind of girl.

But these are OLD romance novels.

You can tell by what body part is throbbing,

and that hair is being tousled attractively.
Take a look at the faces and their hair
on this old cover.

Take a look at the faces
and the hair on this newer cover!
If a large gust of wind comes up on these two

the tousled hair will blind them both!

And, trust me.

You do not want to know

what is throbbing or quivering
 in this book.

Or,

perhaps you do!
I'm not here to judge.

I've been looking for lines to use on my latest necklaces and keychains.

Like this.

Something to make you smile.

Maybe, blush.

Just a little bit. (wink, wink, nudge, nudge)

And my favorite, which I'm still working on.

The front.

The back.

Now, I'm going back to reading.

Another silence ensued
and when it ended
Lorna's lips and cheeks were rosy
from his lovemaking.

Dickens, it ain't!