lust

Your heart desire will come, but when it comes, you desire for another, and when it comes again, you still aspire for another, that shows your level of ingratitude.

Half naked, he drank her in with his eyes, imprinting this moment into his mind. This, he would take to his death _ the woman that stirred him to life.

She wanted to get some personal profit out of things, and she rejected as useless all that did not contribute to the immediate desires of her heart, being of a temperament more sentimental than artistic, looking for emotions, not landscapes.

Feel my passion,Taste my desire,Unite and intertwine our emotions,Dare to be one with me,I in return will allow you to touch my soul.

He once had lips as cold as stone and a heart that equally matched, but I had managed to warm him up and now all I could sense was his need for me.

He could have watched her all night. He could watch her for an eternity and still never be able to capture the essence of what it is that makes __ove_.

I had a dream that Zac Effron showed up at my door shirtless with a bouquet of flowers..yep, I__ still waiting on that one to come true.

But the more I think it, the more I want her, the more my desire rises and swells.

He is insatiable in love. His wife is a great cook.

You see, I know you, Violet. You've tormented me in my dreams with your body too many times to count. Now you're here in the flesh, with your ripe curves and innocent eyes, an angel hidden in the body of a temptress.

I want to need you.

Fuck! The things she does to me with a simple kiss.

He drunkenly recognized that the lust was part of something bigger, of a craving to pursue pleasure unreasonably, beyond the right and wrong, to go as far as his body took him. In the body there is no absolute, or free, will, but the body is determined to desire this or that by a cause that is also determined by another, and this again by another, and so on to infinity.

The ability to engage the reader, to stir feelings deep within their being, is the ultimate goal of erotic fiction. When the reader takes the place of the characters in my story, I have succeeded

Nothing turned a man on faster than a woman that couldn't get enough of what he had to offer.

I had possessed her - and she never knew it.

A man and a woman wanting each other is by far one of the least sinful things I've seen

And somewhere amidst the storm raging inside, between the twilight of lust and desire, entwined within the whirlwind of swirling emotions, it happened. In one lightning strike, the illusion crumbled. For I realised the naked truth...