Moments of Eros Quotes

“Hold me as if I were the most fragile
object that a touch of a feather
could break.
Dance with me with the same animal craving,
with the same desire
you would make love to me.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Moments of Eros: Poetry as the Language of Desire

“I covet him.
His hot body over mine,
sweaty and smelling like grass
after the rain.
I want to live that moment of Eros
again and again and again.
Never having enough of him,
the masculine image of me,
a piece of art,
unique masterpiece of God,
that is calmly sleeping beside me.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Moments of Eros: Poetry as the Language of Desire

“Like a child
licking his lower lip
while looking through the window
of a candy shop,
eye-eating the sugar glazed apples
that are shining in all shades of red.
That is how you look at me.
With all the temptation
of a child,
wanting to break the glass
and indulge in something he cannot have.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Moments of Eros: Poetry as the Language of Desire

“It is more difficult for you to pretend having feelings when you don’t,
than it is to me to pretend I don’t have any when I do.
That is why I’d rather sleep.
Not having to think.
Just to feel.
In the sea of illusions,
every touch of yours
belongs to me.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Moments of Eros: Poetry as the Language of Desire

“Love me.
As a mother who
had fed you on her breasts.
Like a lover who
teased you with them.
Like a friend on whose
chest you laid your
head and wept.
Love me.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Moments of Eros: Poetry as the Language of Desire

“Like the tigress
watching her playing cub
while napping,
covered with sun rays
that are blinding her.
She opens her eyes wider
at every sound,
at every movement of
the trees, air, soil…
Protective. Alert.
That is how you look at me.
Wanting to save me
from all that could harm me.
Preventing my pain by loving me”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Moments of Eros: Poetry as the Language of Desire

“Touch me with your bestial pupils,
keep me in a floating air between us,
clasp my shuddering thoughts
below the moonlight
captured in a candle jar.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Moments of Eros: Poetry as the Language of Desire

“Give my soul to Heaven to keep it,
while I am becoming nothing but pleasure
in your skilful hands of a sculptor.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Moments of Eros: Poetry as the Language of Desire

“Are you lying to me
in order to provoke the hurt,
or you are hiding the truth
because you want to delay my pain?”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Moments of Eros: Poetry as the Language of Desire