Lust Quotes
Distance may be the segregator but our thoughts and dreams are what keep us together.
Your love is poetry in perpetual motion capturing my heart with centrifugal force.
Contained within the breadth of my heart where you belong unto me and I unto you.
The quest to sin always knocks at the door of the heart, but behold! You have the right and will to open your door or never to mind the knocks, no matter how intense it is!
We all have to feed the greed of other people until we find people to feed our greed and life goes on.
Sleep, " he says. "I'll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you.""With what?""My bar hands, obviously."In the moments before i drift off to sleep, i hear him whisper, "I love you, Tris.
Having someone this male next to her made her soul feel exhilarated and convey brazenly suggestive, female, liberal ideas to her inner id.
But there was little heart to our lust, only the confusion of not knowinghow long we'd have in our bodies.
I'd let him get under my skin, and now he had started to occupy my every thought.
I took the plug out of the chemical bath of lust that my wits were soaking in and waited for it to empty. I smoked a cigarette while I contemplated the return of reason.
The day is crisp and clear, almost like every other morning he's taken the same walk in the snow, hiking to the forest and back.
He’d never forgotten the sweep of her soft mouth against his, the taste of her sweetness, like strawberries, and the way she fired his insides to life.
Dear God, that man has a magnificent body.' ............. 'It’s like having a cupcake thrust in front of your face and not being allowed to have a lick of the icing.
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.
Which is worse? Lust for the purchasing power of money, or the kind of lust that covets power over others? Let the history of 20th Century socialist revolutions answer that question.
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.
As if one killed by calculation! A person kills only from an impulse that springs from his blood and sinews, from the vestiges of ancient struggles, from the need to live and the joy of being strong.
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.
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.
You couldn't not notice the bruise on the side of her face. Or the hickey under her chin.
Darkness disturbedBy the haunting white moonlightGrey half clouds fail to containThe moon's lust for the night.
Lust is the blessing of the fruit of the womb.
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.
He is a unicorn. I want to gently capture him and bring him back to my lab for research.
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.
...as long as nothing happens between them, the memory is cursed with what hasn't happened.
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.
He ran his finger along my jawline and down my neck. "The wait will be fun, but it's not going to be easy.
I told him your loins were clearly burning, and he should man up and make a move.""You did
Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing.
Tis better to have love and lustThan to let our apparatus rust.
A frenzy of activity that had mostly led him in circles: wasn't that a fairly accurate description of lust?
Blood rushed to the regions of my body that I associated with naughtiness, and I was powerless to stop it.
Hate is never a far cry from love… Sometimes I stumble the lines drunken.. Hollering your name..
He lowered his head toward her, so she could feel his breath warm againsther skin, their mouths only inches apart. “You’re panting for it, aren’t you, Princess?” he murmured.