Résultats pour "The Picture" dans Romantique

My name is shouted on rooftops. It's written on bras, on the inside of bathroom stalls - hell, my name is everywhere. To say my name is to experience an orgasm without ever leaving your damn house. My name is Zane Saint Andrews. I'm sex. I'm a rock god. I'm also a virgin. What they don't know won't kill them, right? Give the people what they want. And what they want is the idea of me; the pleasure they gain by listening to my song and knowing without a doubt that I'm talking about them and only them.

When cute guy with a camera and a charming smile meets a shy handsome boy in Central Park, new experiences are created for them both. Why did it feel like he was asking to capture my soul? It is a primitive superstition, that a photograph will capture the soul of the person. It was his smile, yes definitely his charming smile - and his bright teasing eyes looking out from beneath the hair of shaggy chestnut bangs - there was something pixieish about him, a Puckish sparkle of magic in his attractive boyish face framed by the blue hood of his jacket...at least in my romance hungry mind.