| 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. | hips reach smile legs hearts lips touch sickness | 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?" | humor love arse butt drums-of-autumn grecian jug diana-gabaldon hips outlander ass lips | Diana Gabaldon |