lust

There are no unique postures and times and limitations that restrict our access to God. My relationship with God is intimate and personal. The Christian does not go to the temple to worship. The Christian takes the temple with him or her. Jesus lifts us beyond the building and pays the human body the highest compliment by making it His dwelling place, the place where He meets with us. Even today He would overturn the tables of those who make it a marketplace for their own lust, greed and wealth.

Life Would've Been Easier If The People Had Crushes On Jesus Christ.. Not Other People.

Jesus does not impose intolerable restrictions on his disciples, he does not forbid them to look at anything, but bids them look on him. If they do that he knows that their gaze will always be pure, even when they look upon a woman.

If it__ not one god it__ another. Allah or oil. Jesus or Jewels. Lenin or lust.

Portland was a dream both in the literal sense and the metaphorical sense, both tangible and not - a fleeting affair you want to hold on to but can't, so you try memorizing her every detail only to fail to do so in the consumption, in the savoring, in the absorbing of yourself into her. When she's gone, she comes to you in snippets, replaying in your mind like a fragmented picture show.

We soon fall asleep in each other__ arms, knowing to myself that I captured her, like a prisoner in a cage.

He's unconventionally attractive and yet coincidentally everything I've ever wanted.

I had a dream I named my boat after you. I love to raise your mast.

Eros (or call it lust if you will), is like a beautiful, magnificent Afghan Hound! A pure white Afghan Hound commanding respect and honor! But if you take the Afghan Hound and lock it in a small cage, shun it and look upon it badly, treat it as a pestilence and wish that it would die; that same creature of beauty will become a vile, unrepentant, dark creature of the shadows! Untrusting, hidden in the corner, aggressive... something that will harm others and yourself! But is this the nature of the creature, is this the fault of the creature? Or are YOU the one who has created the monster that it has become? And this is my philosophy: that we are both corporeal and incorporeal beings, therefore, the same amount of good intent MUST be given to both our soul and our body!

Break free from the binding robes of passion that feels like a lump in your heart, perform that surgery today, and you'll be set free forever.

My spirit is healthy, yes. But I tell you, my flesh is healthy too. I am enlightened and free, but I am also lustful and carnal.

I admit, that the brain does not govern the body as well as one might wish- else all men would be saints and hell would be empty of lechers.

Men were born to protect and love, and our women help us to serve a higher purpose.

The massive lump of flesh that has created you, me, and maybe, animals, everything that has life will forever live.

He gave Dancer one last pat. 'You're luckier than you know, pal. Living without a set of balls makes life a lot less complicated.

There's no way that you're real,_ she murmured to his crotch.

Oh, sweet! New man meat__ made it to town, y__ll. Let__ gobble.

The air smelled like testosterone and manflesh again. (That was a thing, right?)