I stood on my toes and stole a soft kiss from his lips. "Surprise attack," I said. Sam leaned down and kissed me back, his mouth lingering on mine, teeth grazing my lower lip, making me shiver. "Surprise attack back." "Sneaky," I said, my voice breathier than I intended.

Wow, you're never allowed to sleep late again. You're crankier than a fat guy in stilettos.

Do you have it on your person?" my father asked. "Jesus" I replied. "My person has it in her purse.

Silence was never a wrong answer.

It wasn’t a touch that said I need more. It was a touch that said I want this.

It is possible to be in love with you just because of who you are.

We dance, we dance. You hold the thread of my soul. You spin, you spin. And you unravel the part from the whole. We laugh, we laugh. I'm so far from where I began. I fall, I fall. And I forget that I am.-from Golden Tongue:The Poems of Steven Slaughter