| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 5c0fb1c | And then there's the sickness I feel from looking at legs I can't touch, or at lips that don't smile at me. Or hips that don't reach for me. And hearts that don't beat for me. | hearts hips legs lips reach sickness smile touch | Markus Zusak | |
| cec320c | "Amphora," he murmured against the wide, sweet curve of her lips. His hands slid over the wide, sweet curve of her hips, cupping smoothness cool and solid, timeless and graceful as the swell of ancient pottery, promising abundance. "Like a Grecian vase. God, you've got the most beautiful arse!" "Jug-butt, huh?" | arse ass butt diana-gabaldon drums-of-autumn grecian hips humor jug lips love outlander | Diana Gabaldon |