lust

Crushes thrive in small spaces. Humans must be programmed to respond positively when faced with a small sampling of other humans in, say, caves. You're stuck in a cave with three other people - all mankind, presumably, was hidden away in such tiny groups during the winters until the thaw - and so, in order for the species to thrive, you must be biologically compelled to fuck at least one person in your cave, despite the fact that, when surrounded by a plenitude of Neanderthals at the Neanderthal summer barbecue, none of them struck your fancy. Without the element of choice, and in conjunction with captivity, you find love, or at least you find lust.

It was the wildness of it that got me going: the primal lust, the sheer needs of two people in heat, quickly finding ways to express their sacred hunger to each other in animal passion.

I watched you try on suits in Hugo Boss.__or the big job,_ you said. And I laughed, because I knew I would never see it. I__ never get up and watch you put it on and walk out of the door. I would never be the one that you came home to.

Lust fades after climax, love lasts until breakfast!

You and I will have our forever.

Distance may be the segregator but our thoughts and dreams are what keep us together.

Every one needs someone and there is someone for everyone.

Your love is poetry in perpetual motion capturing my heart with centrifugal force.

I want to feel intoxicated from inhaling the scent of you.

Be careful who you allow into your bed, and more importantly your heart.

Chemistry is great, but eventually your relationship moves out of the laboratory.

It's just me throwing myself at you,romance as usual, us times us,not lust but moxibustion,a substance burning closeto the body as possiblewithout risk of immolation.

Contained within the breadth of my heart where you belong unto me and I unto you.

I love you madly, forever.

Everyday's a honeymoon. Cuz darling, I love you to the moon.

Is this how Julia Roberts' character feels like in Pretty Woman? Two parts princess, one part whore?

They'd never been lovers, of course, not in the physical sense. But they'd been lovers as most of us manage, loving through expressions and gestures and the palm set softly upon the bruise at the necessary moment. Lovers by inclination rather than by lust. Lovers, that is, by love.

Ladies, no matter how hard you try, a man will never complete you. Only God can. And if you don__ know your identity in Him, you__l be lost forever.