James Lusarde

“No words. Just my finger pointing in silence. My finger silently saying, ’Unwrap me, darling.”

“I wanted to reach out and stroke her, to be gentle and tender towards her. Take care of her.”

“His voice was like soothing melted chocolate. I wanted him to ooze his lovely voice all over my naked body.”

“Oh, do you understand what I mean? Have you ever felt that about the Moon? Have you ever ached with the sheer beauty of it?”

“I like the sounds of words. Words are very enjoyable. I like words because they are... seductive. And I like words because they can contain... fantasies.”

“Oh Moon, sweet, sweet Moon, I want to be naked on you. I want to be like a flower growing on your surface, unique and mysterious, at home in the wonder of you, as if my naked body would be something growing out of your soil, something precious, a lovely gift on your landscape.”

“Ah, lust. It makes us forget anything we want to. The greatest relaxant, the greatest stimulant.”

“Reality runs the risk of spoiling things, don't you think? The fantasy is often better. That's where the soul is fulfilled. Reality struggles to fulfil the soul, that's why we're often so unhappy. But fantasy is the world of the soul...”

“But in my growth and development, I knew I wanted more. And more. Oh, God. So much more. It's what being human is all about.”