lust

There is something I just realizedThat I never knew before.I can't explain the reasons,But I know that I want more.

Amazing how a confluence of praise and lust can just make your defensive barriers collapse like Jell-O on a hot stove

He walked towards me. My heart was pounding like a nineties warehouse rave.

Faster's always better, but you have to mind those curves. They're wicked. They can kill a man in a heartbeat.

don't ever think that you're a single in total freedom,but think of combating the forces of lust.

When the devout religion of mine eyeMaintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires,And these, who, often drowned, could never die,Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sunNe'er saw her match since first the world begun.

It wasn't love, not quite, but it was almost there and it was desperate and I didn't know how to put it into words. It was the back and forth of him, the hot and cold, it made me crazy, made me feel crazy, and sanity never felt more pointless than when I was with him.

Nestled next to me, she nodded. ____ fine. As long as I take the medicine. So don__ worry._ She leaned her head back against my shoulder. __ut don__ ask me anything, okay? Why that happened.___nderstood. No questions,_ I said.__hank you very much for today,_ she said.__hat part of today?___or taking me to the river. For giving me water from your mouth. For putting up with me.__ looked at her. Her lips were right in front of me. The lips I had kissed as I gave her water. And once more those lips seemed to be seeking me. Slightly parted, with her beautiful white teeth barely visible. I could still feel her soft tongue, which I__ touched slightly as I gave her water. I found it hard to breathe, and I couldn__ think. My body burned. She wants me, I thought. And I want her.

As I looked into his eyes, trying to see into the depths of that darkness, it hit me. It was subtle, but it hit me. The rush of attraction.

Lust arrives as an angel disguised as love, but it's still lust, not love.

I believe in witches, Sophia,_ his deep voice hypnotized her.__ hope you don__ burn me at the stake,_ she murmured to him.__ don__ burn witches. I set them on fire,_ Alistair whispered so low Sophia thought she had heard wrong.

If the afternoon had been blue,there might have been less desire.

They burn books now, mama.The monsters burn fucking books now, mama. They have eyes full of disappointing madness. Their tongues taste like fulvous indoctrination. They teach us. Teach us sadism, hatred, lust to kill, conformity. What do you see when you look at me? Daddy?

And now I want love. Lust is no good for me. I want love. His love.

I had seen the flowers on her dress beside the canals in the north, she was indigenous like a herb, and I never wanted to go home.

I've tired so hard to stay away from you, buy your soul is so powerful. It can't be ignored. It calls to me. It's like trying to resist every lust you've ever suffered - all at once. I feel that every time I see you.

And I say,I crash in to things in the darkEven when the lights are onAnd I am wrong more often than I am writingAnd even then, I am often wrongBut when my friends are in the bathroom at the barRolling dollar bills in to telescopes,Claiming they can see God,I will come to you

In the cities of the European Franks, women roam about exposing not only their faces, but also their brightly shining hair (after their necks, their most attractive feature), their arms, their beautiful throats, and even, if what Ive heard is true, a portion of their gorgeous legs; as a result, the men of those cities walk about with great difficulty, embarrassed and in extreme pain, because, you see, their front sides are always erect and this fact naturally leads to the paralysis of their society. Undoubtedly, this is why each day the Frank infidel surrenders another fortress to us Ottomans.