Her Lips On His Could Tell Him

She Was Darkness And He Was Darkness And There Had Never Been Anything Before This Time, Only Darkness And His Lips Upon Her. She Tried To Speak And His Mouth Was Over Hers Again. Suddenly She Had A Wild Thrill Such As She Had Never Known; Joy, Fear, Madness, Excitement, Surrender To Arms That Were Too Strong, Lips Too Bruising, Fate That Moved Too Fast.

They Knew That Love Snatched In The Face Of Danger And Death Was Doubly Sweet For The Strange Excitement That Went With It.

I'm Tired Of Saying, "how Wonderful You Are!" To Fool Men Who Haven't Got One-half The Sense I've Got, And I'm Tired Of Pretending I Don't Know Anything, So Men Can Tell Me Things And Feel Important While They're Doing It.

Do I Understand, Sir, That You Mean The Cause For Which Our Heroes Have Died Is Not Sacred?' If You Were Run Over By A Railroad Train Your Death Wouldn’t Sanctify The Railroad Company, Would It?' Asked Rhett And His Voice Sounded As If He Were Humbly Seeking Information.

It's Not Because I've -what Is The Phrase? -'swept You Off Your Feet' By My -er- Ardor?