Kirk Diedrich Quotes

Kissing her is warm wet dangerous magic. Her mouth conjures a storm inside me.

Absence makes the heart growl, "Find her.

When you meet the one who changes the way your heart beats, dance with them to that rhythm for as long as the song lasts.

Her scent on the sheets slowly fading like the last notes of your favourite song drifting into silence; a ghost of absence haunting the room

I don't want some other man's version of perfect. I don't want society's perfect. I want my perfect. I want you.

I will love you past your doubts if you can love me past my faults.

Burn my eyes with a smile, my hands with your skin, my heart with your love, my soul with your sin. Be the raging fire that lies within.

She is both the bookends and the stories between.

She sees me. Even when I'm not there. Even when I don't see myself. Even when I hate what I see. She sees me. For me. For us.

She is both my madness and my sanity. She is the calm quiet eye of my storm. She is the whisper in the maddening din. She is a rare mix of dirty mind, exquisite beauty, curves that make your hands ache, deep heart and mischief that you want for your own. She is peace in the shape of a woman.

She's unearthed words buried deep inside me where I kept them hidden with my hope

I wish for once that she could see the her that I can see; beauty that both steals my breath and gives it back to me.

She has the kind of beauty that shames your understanding of the word. She is the waking dream I've had for so long.

I crave you Like hunger Like thirst Like madness And, nothing Will sate or slake Or, make me sane But you.

She has the kind of beauty that takes your breath from your lungs, tears from your eyes and speeds your heart each time you look at her. She has the kind of beauty reserved for works of art, where men spend years of their life mastering their craft to replicate. She is beauty, stunning, transcendent, right down through to the bone, the unfathomable depth of her heart. She is Muse. She is wonder. She is sublime.

Her beauty is a deluge washing my soul.

You are not an afterthought. You are an everythought.

Let's burn our past down and make something better from its ashes.

All I want is to lie down next to you until our bones are dust.

I can't resist her anymore than the waves can resist crashing against the shore.

You're everything I've ever wanted And, nothing I don't need.

Every move, every sigh, every moan; everything you do for me is poetry from your soul to mine. You are my favorite read.

He knows full well what her pain will cost. The map to her treasure which he has lost.

It hurts to breathe when we crush our hearts in each other's hands. But, it's the only handhold we still have on us.

I wish for once that she could see the her that I can see; beauty that both steals my breath and gives it back to me.

He fell from the sinking ship to the roiling sea of uncertainty, into the hands of the one mermaid who knew exactly how to save him.

A girl with eyes like forever and a mouth that makes forever not nearly long enough.

Fall. My words will guide you softly down into the safety of my arms.

My heart isn't Tiffany. It's made of broken dreams strung together with hope. But, it sings her name from the bottom of my junk shop heart.

She consumes me like a bright fire burning deep within my ribs.

She is every good childhood memory happening at once.

I would pour out the contents of my heart and set it all aflame, just to hear her impossible mouth slowly moan my name.

Sie ist meine Augen. Sie ist meine Herz. Sie ist meine Lieb. Sie ist meine Schmerz.

Her eyes Her body Her heart Makes me believe In magic In destiny In myself

Her pulse in my palm across her elegant throat is the loveliest melody God ever wrote.

Choke me to death with the hands of the man who hurt you.

Help me write us a new ending to the best story I've ever read.

Her sweet soft skin, her gentle curves are the warm, safe home my hands deserve.

I still have hope that one day someone will walk next to me the rest of the way.

You’ve made yourself at home in my mind; this cozy nook with half-read books and records spilling their warm magic into the air, and from an open window comes that river rush that is my blood speeding with thoughts of you.

I am her heartbreak at night. I am her tears come the dawn. I am her all that was right, now turned horrible wrong. I took her happy away, replaced with an ache so strong. I made her regret the day she played me her favorite song.

I miss you. I miss the me you make me. I miss the we you and I made. I miss the way your skin fits my hands. I miss the way your eyes fire at my grin. I miss the soft dawn whispers holding your warmth close and your lips closer. I miss the hundred sundry sublime moments that you have given me. I miss it all. I miss everything. I miss us.

Whatever becomes of us I’m glad you happened to me. Because you made me realize there was a me worth you inside of me.

Help me write us a new ending to the best story I’ve ever read.

My words were all I had to touch her with now each caress an unkind cut raising yet another scar on the soft flesh of her broken heart.

She runs through the wheat field of my mind caressing the tops with her soft hands that every last grain bears the taste of her.

Used bookstore. Your back against the stacks. Skirt hiked. Panties pushed aside. You wet my fingers as I turn your pages and read your mind.

Diffuse light holding your curves in a delicate chiaroscuro. The tender valley just below your hip bone, my fingers just tucked below lace. Your neck as it dovetails into the shoulder, the pool between it and your collar bone. Above your heart, my heart, gleaming bright in the glow of morning. The slope rising from your lower back down to where it disappears into your leg, beckoning me with your smooth warm silk skin. A smile breaking across your cheeks, eyes, glorious mouth. Dark spun satin smoke framing deep soulful eyes that crackle with mischief, promise. But, if I had to pick a favorite thing on you... It would be my hands.

Kissing her is warm wet dangerous magic.

Let's burn our past down and make something better from its ashes.

She is that song the one you listen to at least twice every time it comes on and you find something new to love each time and you find you are mesmerized by the beauty and you find you are singing along and smiling.

I'll take you to the very edge. Beg me to send you over. Float you softly down To my waiting arms. Make you feel Cherished, Desired, Loved.

I don’t want to go to bed with her. I want to wake up with her. And, that makes all the difference