“Kiss me a question, ask me again with your eyes, and I’ll answer with my fingers, trailing reasons down your spine. There’s a theory behind your knees and a postulate in that sweet spot on your neck, and I’ll respond to your query with a smooch and a holler, roll you up against the sink and wash your hair, make love till the plates fall off the shelf.”
– (via quirkycynic)

(via hollyhocksandtulips)