The Marquis de V… – whose falsetto voice and little watery eyes I have always detested – was saying to me with a wicked smile: ‘Then again, the master gymnast might break his neck at...

I want to take you under the moonlight.

The human body is the best work of art.

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.

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.

As for the vice of lust – aside from what it means for spiritual persons to fall into this vice, since my intent is to treat of the imperfections that have to be purged by...

It’s a curious, wanting thing.

Savannah’s breath caught in her chest at the realization of how close they were standing. He brushed a strand of hair off her face, his finger leaving a line of heat across her cheek. If...

For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.

I kind of have to go to the bathroom,” Aria said woozily.Ezra smiled. “Can I come?

He had violent passions, and on occasion desire seized his body so that he was driven to an orgy of lust, but he hated the instincts that robbed him of his self-possession. I think, even,...

Silent as a flower, her face fell in dismay, aware that the ghost of lust ate and left, sensing that there was a different scent of perfume consuming the room, and that she had numbered...

With cheese being the only piece to look for our mind’s peace, how can the lease of our homemade,self-created problems’ cease ?

I tumbled into the taxi alone, closing the door closed with a dull thud before I could possibly change my mind. Not like this, I remember thinking. Whatever this thing is between us, it could...

Lust, pure gorgeous lust: the sacred energy that elevates us, and makes us feel so special.

To esteem what makes you holy over what makes you happy – that is the greatest dare.

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

I could say it was the nights when I was lonelyand you were the only one who’d talk.I could tell you that I like your sensitivity,when you know it’s the way that you walk.

I’m interested in women as a whole, not simply as three holes.

Everyone lusts. Everyone Fantasizes. When your lover respects you, you should feel free to explore your desires. No matter how extreme.

Such moments passed and the wasting fires of lust sprang up again. The verses passed from his lips and the inarticulate cries and the unspoken brutal words rushed forth from his brain to force a...

Just to be clear, if I, like, leaned over and whispered your name in your ear, still nothing?

The rest of them looked proper when they did it, but somehow Edward made even this gesture appear like in seconds he’d rip off her corset and do away with her skirt.

…as we are endowed. …with rhetorics. …none will deny. …of innocence. …towards scribbling. …of love lines. …and of lust. …to what seems like male. …to what seems like female. …in those days. …I mean nothing....

Then a lightning bolt shot straight through my skivvies. Sha-ZAM!

When lust combines with love, feelings like dissatisfaction,lack of trust,lack of understanding,jealousy and possessiveness are produced

Lust was a positive high-tension cable, plugged into my core, activating a near-epileptic seizure of conviction that this was the one thing I had to do in life.

I’m nineteen tree rings and mashed acorns stop up my veins when I can’t clot. Oh god, you beautiful person, I’ll let you lick the salt off of my tattoos as if they were wounds,...

Love comes from the heart, lust comes …lower

Lust is a tool, desire a trap. Wield the first, and you can take someone’s soul. Fall into the second, and they can take yours. ~ Isadora Conti to Grayson van Court

Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt a little proud that she could love him.

While we’re at it, why don’t we add a third emotion to this list: lust. You are probably unaware that Linnaeus lumped the tomato into the same genus as the potato, a food with a...

I’m just not going to do it so that we can say that we’ve done it. And I’m not going to do it if the first thing you say afterwards is ‘please don’t tell anyone’...

There we were, filled with pure animal need, as he pinned me to the wooden table, and cruelly whipped my naked bottom; the two of us sweaty and panting, me screaming, him grunting, our primal...

Just drive, rock star. Drive fast. Very fast. Because I’ve got a shopping list ten miles long of the things you’re going to be doing to me.

My brain is divided into two butterflies, and both are in love with your rose-shaped heart. If you’ve got the garden, I’ve got my whole life.

My fake mullet wig turns women on. Probably.

Love is merely a combination between infatuation and confusion.

I want you Jarod.” I left alone that night. Come Sunday morning, I found out that she went home with Jarod Wheedlebreeder. I guess the bonds of Jarod aren’t as tight as I thought.

She was darkness and he was darkness and there had never been anything before this time, only darkness and his lips upon her. She tried to speak and his mouth was over hers again. Suddenly...

Stories should be natural as apples, brief as lust, long as a thought.

I pushed her shiny blond hair away from her face and leaned down, our faces only inches apart. She inhaled softly, our lips so close I could feel her breath and the scent of her...

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

If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be.

I want you.Eena thought the expression on his face—the look in his weary blue eyes—appeared strangely sincere. But there was one thing she had learned from all this: never trust a master of deceit.

You are so close I want to breath you in.

What is love when it’s not for dopamine?

Then as we passed down this Passage we were knocked against certain Women of the Town, who gave us Eye-language, since there were many Corners and Closets in Bedlam where they would stop and wait...

If there is passion, let me feel its heat.I want my heart to beat fast,my breath raspy, my skin to burn.

Where the hell do you want it?