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…

Do not let yourself be guided by the feeling of lust or love.

No one every suddenly became depraved.

You hate me because deep down you want to be me

He is insatiable in love. His wife is a great cook.

Like everything else, we know the futility of money only when we have more than enough of it.

Salomé, Salomé, dance for me. I pray thee dance for me. I am sad to-night. Yes, I am passing sad to-night. When I came hither I slipped in blood, which is an evil omen; and...

He kissed her lustfully. Mindlessly.Senselessly.

Lust likes to rush, while love hates to wait.

He ran his finger along my jawline and down my neck. “The wait will be fun, but it’s not going to be easy.

Somehow I’d still managed to go all retarded at the sight of some handsome asshole with a nice smile.

He handed the dust pan and brush over. I knew they wouldn’t be much use in cleaning the floor. I also knew the real reason he had given them to me: so he could look...

I catch sight of Janice. Her eyes are so full of excitement that I half expect her to jump up and down. This is something she’ll never forget, I tell myself. As an old lady...

Love is the best drug, bar none.

You’ve got an awfully kissable mouth.

The thing I never understood about love is that it can’t be quelled, like lust can. With love, if you follow its call, if you give in to it, it just gets worse. The more...

he dared to explore her withered neck w/his fingertips…her hips w/their decaying bones, her thighs with their aging veins.

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us the less taste we shall have for the destruction of our race. Wonder and humility are wholesome...

As she uttered the words of the prayer, she glanced up at him as if he were God Himself. He watched her with growing pleasure. In front of him was kneeling the directress, being humiliated...

The price the Virgin demanded was purity, and the way the educators of Catholic children have interpreted this for nearly two thousand years is sexual chastity. Impurity, we were taught, follows from many sins, but...

The therapist, he thought, and it bothered him a lot more than it should have. After all, he had nothing permanent with Sophie. He just needed to touch her on a semiregular basis or he...

His strength for your weakness! His wisdom for your folly! His drive for your drift! His grace for your greed! His love for your lust! His peace for your problems! His joy for your sorrow!...

When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off;you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy.…People fancy they are enjoying themselves,but they are really tearing out their wingsfor the sake of an illusion.

All I have ever wanted, needed, dreamed and desired is contained within you.

You look beautiful and fuckable

I am Angel. I am demon. I am woman. I am heaven and hell rolled into one.Kiss me passionately, let me taste your desire, feed my soul and your heaven becomes mine…Beget a maelstrom, feel...

There are greater things than want and lust, Nerissa,” he whispered. “I can’t afford those things.

I still couldn’t banish the image of the Quetzal Flower. In my mind, it merged with that of Priestess Eleuia: everything a man could desire or aspire to, a woman who would suck the marrow...

People wait around too long for love. I’m happy with all of my lusts!

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...

Excuse me,’ I said cheerily. ‘Is the job still going?’ I pointed to the notice.‘Of course,’ he said, looking back at me with a warm smile. I think he was as hopeful as I was...

Worte entfremden. Sprache ist kein Medium für Begehren. Begehren ist Hingerissensein, nicht Austausch. Nur dadurch, dass die Sprache das Begehrte entfremdet, beherrscht sie es.

Your love is most generous.You can love, perhaps for a yeara month, a day, even for an hour but after your soul suffers from boredom requiring an audience a grand standing ovation for all to...

Lust, I suspect, wears repatent stilettos, that feather boa and not much else. Maybe glossy red lipstick.

Life is all about love. Everything — hate, lust, money, power, death, birth — it all stems from love. If life were put in a giant pot and boiled like a piece of chicken, all...

Late-Flowering LustMy head is bald, my breath is bad,Unshaven is my chin,I have not now the joys I hadWhen I was young in sin.I run my fingers down your dressWith brandy-certain aimAnd you respond to...

I was completely and irrevocably in lust; which tends to make a person impassive to others’ pain. Love makes us compassionate. Lust makes us deaf to all but the lover.

Michael was still an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, coated in yum. Only now the enigma was a little less mysterious; I was a few clues closer to solving the riddle – but damn, that...

It was the sexual chemistry I wanted more of. It was electric. I’d forgotten what it was like to be with someone who excited you in every sense of the word, who thrilled and frightened...

Yet, whether to the glory or to the shame of human nature, in what we call pleasure (with an excess of scorn, perhaps) there are abysses as deep as those of love.

Fuck! The things she does to me with a simple kiss.

But the more I think it, the more I want her, the more my desire rises and swells.

I will never leave you for I am intertwined in the fabric of you’re being and my life blood’s essence pulsates through your’e veins.

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

We had been separated by time and distance and events so long, it was as if we had to get to know each other again, but if it was possible to fall in love with...

You opened the door and I instantly got suckedinto your eyes like tiny vacuums.

watching porn is like seeing the clouds in the dessert and expecting rain☺

Give me Pablo Neruda, picnic beneath a full moon & iridescent stars, black olives, cherries, dark things, canoe on a river…that’s romance.

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...

He was the kind of man I wanted: wild, hot, horny, and losing control. And it all pointed back to me, about how much I felt in control of him, with the power of my...