lust

A frenzy of activity that had mostly led him in circles: wasn't that a fairly accurate description of lust?

Ranger cradled my face in his hands, using his thumbs to wipe the tears from my eyes. "The ceremony is over. Can you make it back to the car?"I nodded. "I'm okay now. Am I red and blotchy from crying?""Yes," Ranger said, brushing a kiss across my forehead. "I love you anyway.""There's all kinds of love," I said.Ranger took me by the hand and led me back to the SUV. "This is the kind that doesn't call for a ring. But a condom might come in handy.""That's not love," I told him. "That's lust.

He lowered his head toward her, so she could feel his breath warm againsther skin, their mouths only inches apart. __ou__e panting for it, aren__ you,Princess?_ he murmured.

The thing I never understood about love is that it can't be quelled, like lust can. With love, if you follow its call, if you give in to it, it just gets worse. The more you have, the deeper you go, the more you need.

Michael was still an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, coated in yum. Only now the enigma was a little less mysterious; I was a few clues closer to solving the riddle - but damn, that man would always be coated in yum.

If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.

Hate is never a far cry from love_ Sometimes I stumble the lines drunken.. Hollering your name..

Blood rushed to the regions of my body that I associated with naughtiness, and I was powerless to stop it.

Ignore him," Heather begged. "I do. Constantly." Jean-Luc studied the coach, then turned to Heather with a wary look. "Every man in this town wants you." She laughed. "Yea, right. The old guys from the nursing home go into cardiac arrest whenever I walk by." His gaze drifted over her. "I can believe that.

Then a lightning bolt shot straight through my skivvies. Sha-ZAM!

Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.

Salomé, Salomé, dance for me. I pray thee dance for me. I am sad to-night. Yes, I am passing sad to-night. When I came hither I slipped in blood, which is an evil omen; and I heard, I am sure I heard in the air a beating of wings, a beating of giant wings. I cannot tell what they mean .... I am sad to-night. Therefore dance for me. Dance for me, Salomé, I beseech you. If you dance for me you may ask of me what you will, and I will give it you, even unto the half of my kingdom.

I have always been full of lust - as I am now - but I have always been placing conceptual obstacles in my own path.

Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life; it supports them all, lends strength to them all ambition, cruelty, avarice, revenge, are all founded on lust.

The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.

I nibbled my lower lip. "If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you'd have a hard time resisting the temptation too.""I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus.

Dorian used to watch you like a starving man who wants meat. Now he looks at you like he wants seconds.

Megan loves orgasms so much, she would not hesitate to steal yours.