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“Reading poetry is like undressing before a bath. You don't undress out of fear that your clothes will become wet. You undress because you want the water to touch you. You want to completely immerse yourself in the feeling of the water and to emerge anew.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“I don’t know why we fight.
It takes much too effort to stay mad at you.
To dodge your skin in the hallway
and leave the kitchen without bringing you a treat.
It takes much too effort to stare at the sink
so my eyes don’t smile at you in the mirror.
It takes much too effort to look away as we undress
and lie apart in the now bigger bed.
It takes much too effort to stiffen my body
because sleepy limbs forget fights
and pride is always lost in dreams.
It takes much too effort to awaken every hour to make sure we are islands with a gulf of white sheets separating us.
I dread the light peeking through the parted curtains
and empathise with your groans �
I didn’t get any sleep either.
I really don’t know why we fight.
It takes much too effort to stay mad at one another
when it’s so easy for us to love.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“My fingers draw up her back and tangle into her hair. “They’ll never separate us.â€�
“N±ð±¹±ð°ù,â€� she repeats.
Our lips crush together, our bodies pressed tight. An inferno of lips and hands and movements that continues to grow in heat. The blanket falls away as Rachel slides her legs so that she straddles me. On the verge of burning up completely, I groan and cling to her small frame. Her hands drift under my shirt, leaving a singeing trail.
We’ve become a wildfire. Almost unstoppable. I kiss her neck and the beautiful sounds escaping her mouth encourage me further. My hands skim under her shirt, up her back, linger for seconds near her bra, and I gently nip her ear when I feel lace.
Images pour into my mind of what she’d look like with her shirt off, then her jeans. My fist traps strands of her hair. “I want you, Rachel.�
And because I do, I kiss her fully on the mouth—nothing left to the imagination. Every fantasy becomes a reality with that one embrace.”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“His hands shift to my shoulders, and his fingers brush over the edge of my bandage. He pulls back with a puckered brow.
“Are you hurt?� he asks.
“No. It’s another tattoo. It’s healed, I just…wanted to keep it covered up.�
“Can I see?�
I nod, my throat tight. I pull my sleeve down and slip my shoulder out of it. He stares down at my shoulder for a second, and then runs his fingers over it. They rise and fall with my bones, which stick out farther than I’d like. When he touches me, I feel like everywhere his skin meets mine is changed by the connection. It sends a thrill through my stomach. Not just fear. Something else, too. A wanting.
He peels the corner of the bandage away. His eyes roam over the symbol of Abnegation, and he smiles.
“I have the same one,� he says, laughing. “On my back.�
“Really? Can I see it?�
He presses the bandage over the tattoo and pulls my shirt back over my shoulder.
“Are you asking me to undress, Tris?�
A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. “Only…partially.”
― Veronica Roth, Divergent

“88% of men impress to undress. 88% of women undress to impress.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana, Divided & Conquered

“You're always undressing each other with your eyes. I'm surprised you even left the house."

"A man has to eat," I said. "Also, I undress her with more than my eyes. Sometimes I use my teeth.”
― C.J. Roberts, Epilogue

“I watched you undress. Shame on you!”
― Ljupka Cvetanova, The New Land

“Noah,â€� she whispers in reprimand.
“You’ve never complained when I’ve tried to undress you before.�
Echo readjusts so she can see me, and for the first time since this morning, those eyes dance. “Yes, I have.�
“W³ó±ð²Ô?â€�
“The last day of school.�
“So you’ve complained once.â€� When I led her to the nook of the abandoned hallway in the basement near my locker. I only meant to sneak in for a kiss during lunch, but things got hot and heavy and well...sue me. “I didn’t buy a yearbook, so I was memory-making.”
― Katie McGarry, Breaking the Rules

“The naked truth gets you naked.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov