lust

She'd been mad for him as a girl, but she'd chalked that up to youthful infatuation. She'd tracked the events of his life religiously for a decade, but she'd told herself that was idle curiosity. And now... now she desired him so much she could scarcely stand, but surely that was only lust. Wasn't it?

He was the kind of young man whose handsome face has brought him plenty of success in the past and is now ever-ready for a new encounter, a fresh-experience, always eager to set off into the unknown territory of a little adventure, never taken by surprise because he has worked out everything in advance and is waiting to see what happens, a man who will never overlook any erotic opportunity, whose first glance probes every woman's sensuality, and explores it, without discriminating between his friend's wife and the parlour-maid who opens the door to him. Such men are described with a certain facile contempt as lady-killers, but the term has a nugget of truthful observation in it, for in fact all the passionate instincts of the chase are present in their ceaseless vigilance: the stalking of the prey, the excitement and mental cruelty of the kill. They are constantly on the alert, always ready and willing to follow the trail of an adventure to the very edge of the abyss. They are full of passion all the time, but it is the passion of a gambler rather than a lover, cold, calculating and dangerous. Some are so persistent that their whole lives, long after their youth is spent, are made an eternal adventure by this expectation. Each of their days is resolved into hundreds of small sensual experiences - a look exchanged in passing, a fleeting smile, knees brushing together as a couple sit opposite each other - and the year, in its own turn, dissolves into hundreds of such days in which sensuous experience is the constantly flowing, nourishing, inspiring source of life.

Each night I lie and dream about the oneWho kissed me and awakened my desireI spent a single hour with him aloneAnd since that hour, my days are layed with fire.

It is very simple, actually. It is because you and Tengo were so powerfully drawn to each other.

That line between love and lust was thin as a whisper.

I don't define lust as anything evil or nasty. Lust as defined by me, is the feeling of desire: a desire to eat cake, a desire to feel the touch of another's skin moving over your own skin, a desire to breathe, a desire to live, a desire to laugh intensely like it was the best thing God ever created...this is lust as defined by me. And I think that's what it really is.

The world is divided into those who screw and those who do not. He distrusted those who did not__hen they strayed from the straight and narrow it was something so unusual for them that they bragged about love as if they had just invented it.

Now it is quite true to say that curiosity, exactly like its analogue, lust, never ends and is never satisfied; but man was made for something more than this. He was made to rise, above curiosity and lust, to love, and through love to the attainment of truth.

Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.

Tis better to have love and lustThan to let our apparatus rust.

I still remember that feeling of walking somewhere confidently, seeing him mid stride and putting my foot down just fine_ but feeling like I stumbled.

I__ never dreamed anybody could love me the way he did. And even when he proved it to me time and again _ I still could hardly believe it was true.

I believe in love at first sight_But it__ not the first moment you lay eyes on a person, it__ the moment you first see the person they truly are.

Though it__ reasons to burn may vary... you are always the fuel of my fire.

He looked at me like I was the stars when all I__ ever felt like was the dark nothingness between them.

I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.

Lust is a dangerous thing. It can make you believe things that are not real. It can seduce your mind and lead it blindfolded to the cliff that will be its demise.

All these pricks gathering around her body, trying to reach and pierce her rose.