lust

If there is passion, let me feel its heat.I want my heart to beat fast,my breath raspy, my skin to burn.

There is lust and then there is love. They are related, but still very different things. To indulge in one requires little but honeyed speech and a change of clothes; to obtain the other, by contrast, a man must give up his rib. In return, his woman will undo the sin of Eve, and bring him back into Paradise.

Somehow I'd still managed to go all retarded at the sight of some handsome asshole with a nice smile.

His presence fogged my mind, warmed my blood, kept the darkness at bay _ maybe because he was the darkness itself.

The smell of cigarette smoke in the air in a tavern that changes names often,a bar cursed because of a girl who died of a drug overdose in the basement, we put a few coins in the jukebox;chose __ngel Band_ by Johnny Cash and sat down at the bar,ordered a soda, you wanted a whiskey on the rocks.We saw the coal miner who moved here from West Virginiaknocking back liquor like I drink sweet tea.No one asked why he was so solemn today.It was warm. It was relatively quiet.To anyone else, this place could feel sinister.But to us, it was freedom. It was a hiding place.No one was ever here long enough to know us.And we liked it that way.

I can't read him. I can't grasp him. I have no idea what he's thinking and if he's messing with me or if he really is this good, but never before have I wanted so fiercely to learn forward and put my mouth on someone's neck, begging them to want me.

Lust is the difference between loving someone and being in love with someone.

Love comes from the heart, lust comes ...lower

Here is how you know if it is love or lust. Push them in front of a bus. If you jump in the way and save them it is love.

You can't love someone just by looking at them. That is lust. Not saying love can't come fast, but it doesn't come first.

Chong said, "Do yourself a favor, Morg. Next time you're staring at a girl's boobs, look up. You'll be shocked to learn it, but there's going to be a face up there. Nose, mouth, eyes. And behind the eyes is an actual pe

I give her the only honest and true answer I have."You're where I want to be.

I studied his face, and as I did, I realized that he was studying me, our thoughts tangling in mid-air for a moment.

Everyone lusts. Everyone Fantasizes. When your lover respects you, you should feel free to explore your desires. No matter how extreme.

Blake inspires instant, tender Blakelust in everyone he meets. All of his beauties are meant to be touched, and he likes to be touched.

I feel alive when you kiss me.

The timbre of his voice went into that low register that made my insides curl in on themselves--it was like my uterus was tapping out a happy dance on the rest of my organs.

The supernova sun would be cooler than the fire lighting our desire.