lust

When selecting a one-night stand, a heterosexual woman who is materialistic is a trillion times more likely to choose a sexually unattractive poor man who seems rich over a sexually attractive rich man who seems poor.

Most sane human beings who have managed to attain and retain fame each uses it to dramatically increase their name__ chances of being remembered until Jesus comes back, since their heart cannot do what they consciously or unconsciously lust for, that is to say, for it to beat until Jesus returns.

He is a unicorn. I want to gently capture him and bring him back to my lab for research.

You asked of me once, how high, high can beor if there was an exhibit..I smiled and then whispered..My thighs are the limit_

As I stood there, with the two of them staring at me, I suddenly realised that this was more than just a one-night tryst in a hot tub or a drunken fumble with a horny couple, this was the start of something, an adventure. Not just for me, but for the three of us. We had finally made the jump across a gap that had been holding us back ever since we had met and what boundaries and reservations there had been were now destroyed.

I had a dream that I saw shooting stars with you. Two things that will come close to never happening: Seeing shooting stars, and being with you.

It's like she has some sort of captivating fire in her eyes. Sometimes she'll look at me and I feel like she's staring into my soul, reading everything I'm trying to keep hidden.

Some primal force roared inside him, his possessive streak taking charge. He cupped the back of her head, her hair falling over the back of his hand like silk, and tightened his grip. The moment she softened against him, he took control.

Lust is the blessing of the fruit of the womb.

Darkness disturbedBy the haunting white moonlightGrey half clouds fail to containThe moon's lust for the night.

I can smell the sex on her. I hope she smells the love on me.

I'm a lot to handle, but I can assure you, you'll have fun handling me.

I think sex with him might undo my essential cellular cohesion.

You couldn't not notice the bruise on the side of her face. Or the hickey under her chin.

Lust is like a robin attacking his reflection in a pane of glass again and again.

Oh, I know that she's disgusted,cause she's feeling so abused.She gets tired of the lust,but it's so hard to refuse.

What you call love on your side may be called lust on another's side.

I knew from the start we were nothing like "forever". Maybe because forever is such a scary place.