lust

Love alters all. Unblood my instinct, love.

The journey was brutal, the results were glorious.

There is no dignity when the human dimension is eliminated from the person. In short, the problem with pornography is not that it shows too much of the person, but that it shows far too little.

Tanned, toned, curves in the right places and that small waist_lips, hair, eyes all packaged up like a siren. If she__ a siren, I heard her call, and I__ diving in hook, line, and sinker. - Drew Donovan

Sexuality should not be seen as dualistic _ all good or all bad _ but as a good part of our created nature that is constantly in need of repair.

With other women he had not been able to touch their flesh without experiencing the desire to devour it, as though ravenous with an abominable hunger to butcher them. But this one, could he then love her, and not kill her?

Men can go to hell! Iâ__ll meet them there.

And then there was

Momentarily drained of lust, he stares at the remembered contortions to which it has driven him. His life seems a sequence of grotesque poses assumed to no purpose, a magic dance empty of belief.

Just as sex is a God-given instinct for the prolongation of the human race, so the desire for property as a prolongation of one's ego is a natural right sanctioned by natural law. A person is free on the inside because he can call his soul his own; he is free on the outside because he can call property his own. Internal freedom is based upon the fact that "I am"; external freedom is based on the fact that "I have." But just as the excesses of flesh produce lust, for lust is sex in the wrong place, so there can be a deordination of the desire for property until it becomes greed, avarice, and capitalistic aggression.

She had always thought the word 'pheromones' made it sound as though molecules were floating in the air, shaped like little fluted horns, ready to attach themselves to the nearest target. Microscopic Edison phonographs flying about, their brassy mouths puckered to sucker onto bare unsuspecting skin. These were what he sent out to her. The pheromones. The eyeless babies of energy.

The opposite of lust is intentional, purposeful. The opposite of lust is longing for a __articular_ person _ because while lust is looking to get, the opposite of lust is looking to give. The opposite of lust is choosing a certain person. The same person. Everyday.For the rest of your life.Despite what they have to offer.Now that__ romantic. The opposite of lust is waking up every morning and saying, __ut of everyone else in this world, I choose you._ I choose you. Today, and everyday.I choose you not because you__e perfect for me and you meet all of my qualifications and conditions and because you make me feel loved and cared for. No. I choose you, because I know you__e a lot like me, and you__e going to fall short and mess up and you__e not always going to feel like loving me _ but you__e going to want someone to stick around with you despite all that. I choose you, because I know Jesus loves you, and He doesn__ love you because He is impressed by you and He gets a warm feeling in His heart when He__ around you and you complete Him. He loves you so that you might become more like Him.This is a love that isn't dependent on us.

Dear God, that man has a magnificent body.' ............. 'It__ like having a cupcake thrust in front of your face and not being allowed to have a lick of the icing.

You and I, Mia. We have needs that must be attended. I will look after yours, and you will look after mine._ He sighs, and his fingers move to his suit jacket and deftly undoes the buttons, letting it fall open to reveal a smart black shirt and tie underneath. ____e waited for this moment for so long.

I'll just stay ten feet away from him at all times so I don't accidentally trip and fall and land lips first on his mouth.

I watched him suck on the bag and I shivered involuntarily at the sudden memory of Jameson__ fangs sliding into my neck. I vividly remembered the instant feeling of ecstasy that overtook my body last night when he fed from me and the intense orgasms that followed.

If you are aware of the kind of hunger, regrets and frustrations that follows rumpy pumpy, you would stir clear from hanky panky.

One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies. __hey__e straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won__ die.