When I think about lust the first thing that springs to mind is vampires. They are so popular, they appear in all sorts of media. From movies to shows to games to billboards advertising perfume. But what is sexy about bleeding into someone’s mouth?
i dont wanna do this, but i dont know whats at the end… so here it goes. lust, is a sin. i dont know why i thought of sin. maybe because of the ever growing presence of god and religion in my life. i have lust. everybody has lust. i find that i dont have it for a girl that i really like, because i respect her too much.
Lust, the need to see something beautiful, and just want it so badly. i lusted(?) for everything when I was a little girl. Can I have this? Can I have that? I WANT that. I NEED that. No, I did not. Lust is something we should not feel, only when we are in love, where the thing we need is vital, not superficial.
The lusty sailor told her to walk the plank in a meaningful voice. She turned and looked over her shoulder, hoping she could persuade the crusty man, but it wasn’t to happen.
i lust for him, lust is a blind and yet the most blissful experience to almost have next to acutally loving. tho loving is hard as well..to love through the good and bad. The BAD is the hardest part, but making it through is the most rewarding part of it.
Ahh lust, as if a sin, what is a sin? Lust can be love, wanting you near, that is no sin. The natural magnetic way the world is spun and lives lives on, a sin?
‘To miss the mark’ is the original meaning of sin. To miss the mark would be lust without love, love must be in everything. Life without love would be to miss the mark or miss the point of it all.
this is what you become addicted to when you’re young. It’s what runs through your blood when you find the holder of this drug and what throbs in your throat when you finally kiss. Then it explodes through your heart when you two cum togethe
lust is sometimes great. I have been in extreme lust. It can make you want to do things you normally wouldn’t. What I love about it is that it makes you forget about things like what other people think and what you SHOULD do and just just do what feels great at the moment
Beauty, submerged into a vast unknown. Craving for everything that moves. Finding the masculinity in those unbeknownst to you before, craving for the touch. Feeling the animalistic intent. Holding tight and letting the bodies talk/sing together as sweat drips from the entire surface of the room. Heat, passion, screams one didn’t know they could muster escapes from a place deep down.
A burning, fire-like sensation full of such passion that you can barely breathe. Lust is almost like love but it’s combined with the hollowness of hate and the temporary craving for pleasures of the flesh. How horrible. How beautiful. It’s as fleeting as life itself.
Lust is what drives a relationship at the very beginning. I believe you can fall in lust with someone and not in love with that person. Many people mistake lust for love, and these relationships never tend to last very long.
Is there a better word in the english language than lust? Everybody who has a back bone does it. It’s the primal urge of all living things…the need to procreate…the need to create…the need to feel….the need to go beyond the mere touch to all that beyond.
our eyes cross, and uncross. i bow my head. nothing is visible anymore except you, every feeling i’ve had is ridiculous, who are you? why am i feeling this? questions are ridiculous. jump down from your podium, from your high horse I want you. now.
Lust. Wow there is a loaded word. Lust can make you do so many things, things you would never do. Lust is the type of thing we mistake for love. And then things always go down hill. There is no love at first site, just lust at first site.
I didn’t get lust when everyone else did.
I liked people, not their asses.
Then I met a boy. And after a while, I was so full of lust it drove me mad.
Then there were other boys.
And, scarily, there were girls.
Lust….one of the seven deadlies. What makes it so deadly has nothing to do with sex. It has to do with wanting TOO much. If you want anything TOO much, it can make you do some really stupid things.
The line between lust and love seems very fine, yet I am happy with only lust for now. You’re marrying a girl in August, the wrong girl but I wouldn’t know what to say in my defense. How can the affect you have on my be so one-sided.
before we started dating
i was completely and totally in lust with him
but ive fallen under his spell
and now im totally
and utterly
and completely
hopelessly
in love
I am wrapped up in your being
I am crumpled around your heart
Trying to find the meaning
In each hug, and word, and part
of you that I admire: nose
and forehead, chest and chin;
I have clenched this little rose
And loved the prick, again.
one of my favorite urges. also: the one that gets me into the most trouble. lust can be wonderfully freeing and stress relieving, yet it can also be quite the opposite. I am often a prisoner of my own lust. thankfully, I have evolved from having lust for many men to just one many, my husband.
she looks upon his face and sees the somber look in his eyes, she suddenly has the urge to kiss him and just show him how much she cares.
she takes the plunge and then their lips meet.
but she doesnt feel lust, she feels as though the world around them has stopped, and it has, time has frozen while she’s in love, but he doesnt feel the same.
heartbreak.
I think about my girlfriend shamelessly at times when I really shouldn’t be. I’m alone, but I imagine I’m with her. I think about foreplay…and I think about kissing her passionately. I almost reach out and grab the person next to me as if she’s there with me, but I can keep myself within reality to at least a small degree.
–PS. This is my entry, but I decided after posting it without a real account that I wanted to make an account. So that’s why there’s a duplicate…
i wasn’t sure what to write when i saw the word lust. i just sat for half the time staring at it, thinking, then i almost closed it, but that would defeat the point of the excercise, so i just wrote this. oh, time’s up! i lust after more time, i guess
The snorting, rumbling moose lowered its head but kept its eyes up, full of lust, or death, or whatever thoughts moose entertain when they are looking to cause some mayhem. Jensen glanced back at the naked hummer and the angel and for a second thought he could see lust in her eyes, too. Must be the antler thing, Jensen thought.
I think about my girlfriend shamelessly at times when I really shouldn’t be. I’m alone, but I imagine I’m with her. I think about foreplay…and I think about kissing her passionately. I almost reach out and grab the person next to me as if she’s there with me, but I can keep myself within reality to at least a small degree.
Friday is Lust, Friday is Lust. But of course she is – that’s just hosw the sexist society works. One of the few girls is Lust. Ah, well. I guess it works out. I mean, you can’t very well have Sunday be Lust, can you? Sunday is Pride, for it is the worst of the seven deadly sins. Sunday is the last of the days, after all.
HA! I wish there was more of this in my life. It’s nice that its not something that you have to think about it. It’s just amazing. Wow, 60 seconds is longer than I thought. Ten bucks says a feeling of lust doesn’t always last this long.
Lust. The seventh deadly sin. The greatest desire within our hearts, and worse as it is for someone we cannot have, the ones we know we should never want. Lust starts early in our lives and almost never leave.
Oh god, lust. Lust has to do with my ex-boyfriend and all of his escapades. I somehow hear all about them, whether I want to or not. I know I do, but sometimes it hurts too much. Not because I love him, dear no. It’s because he’s having all of the fun I wish I could’ve had in high school.
When I think about lust the first thing that springs to mind is vampires. They are so popular, they appear in all sorts of media. From movies to shows to games to billboards advertising perfume. But what is sexy about bleeding into someone’s mouth?
i dont wanna do this, but i dont know whats at the end… so here it goes. lust, is a sin. i dont know why i thought of sin. maybe because of the ever growing presence of god and religion in my life. i have lust. everybody has lust. i find that i dont have it for a girl that i really like, because i respect her too much.
It’s a heated feverish complusion. I can’t stop myself … must have him!
that awkward moment when you ask a 16 year old guy about lust and people he knows can see what he will answer to the subject
Lust, the need to see something beautiful, and just want it so badly. i lusted(?) for everything when I was a little girl. Can I have this? Can I have that? I WANT that. I NEED that. No, I did not. Lust is something we should not feel, only when we are in love, where the thing we need is vital, not superficial.
The lusty sailor told her to walk the plank in a meaningful voice. She turned and looked over her shoulder, hoping she could persuade the crusty man, but it wasn’t to happen.
girl-I wish he would want me now……
boy- *mutters* Emo loser…
girl- No I was just quoting you from yesterday
boy-…..
i dunno
i lust for him, lust is a blind and yet the most blissful experience to almost have next to acutally loving. tho loving is hard as well..to love through the good and bad. The BAD is the hardest part, but making it through is the most rewarding part of it.
Ahh lust, as if a sin, what is a sin? Lust can be love, wanting you near, that is no sin. The natural magnetic way the world is spun and lives lives on, a sin?
‘To miss the mark’ is the original meaning of sin. To miss the mark would be lust without love, love must be in everything. Life without love would be to miss the mark or miss the point of it all.
Soft lips. Big kiss. Bubbly bum. Yum yum yum…
Slit eyes. Happy cries. Good romance.
Give it a chance.
this is what you become addicted to when you’re young. It’s what runs through your blood when you find the holder of this drug and what throbs in your throat when you finally kiss. Then it explodes through your heart when you two cum togethe
lust is sometimes great. I have been in extreme lust. It can make you want to do things you normally wouldn’t. What I love about it is that it makes you forget about things like what other people think and what you SHOULD do and just just do what feels great at the moment
Beauty, submerged into a vast unknown. Craving for everything that moves. Finding the masculinity in those unbeknownst to you before, craving for the touch. Feeling the animalistic intent. Holding tight and letting the bodies talk/sing together as sweat drips from the entire surface of the room. Heat, passion, screams one didn’t know they could muster escapes from a place deep down.
A burning, fire-like sensation full of such passion that you can barely breathe. Lust is almost like love but it’s combined with the hollowness of hate and the temporary craving for pleasures of the flesh. How horrible. How beautiful. It’s as fleeting as life itself.
oh, lust. one set of glands calling to another. a giddy rush and a rosy glow. a wink. a sigh. desire.
Lust is what drives a relationship at the very beginning. I believe you can fall in lust with someone and not in love with that person. Many people mistake lust for love, and these relationships never tend to last very long.
Is there a better word in the english language than lust? Everybody who has a back bone does it. It’s the primal urge of all living things…the need to procreate…the need to create…the need to feel….the need to go beyond the mere touch to all that beyond.
She couldn’t bear to stay away. Touching him was like an addiction, a need, and she didn’t think stopping was really in her best interests.
our eyes cross, and uncross. i bow my head. nothing is visible anymore except you, every feeling i’ve had is ridiculous, who are you? why am i feeling this? questions are ridiculous. jump down from your podium, from your high horse I want you. now.
Lust. Wow there is a loaded word. Lust can make you do so many things, things you would never do. Lust is the type of thing we mistake for love. And then things always go down hill. There is no love at first site, just lust at first site.
Lust. Chocolate. Love.
Barf.
Whatever.
To lust after something is useless. Just go for it.
….Writes the hopeless romantic who is constantly lusting after characters like Sam Swarek.
I didn’t get lust when everyone else did.
I liked people, not their asses.
Then I met a boy. And after a while, I was so full of lust it drove me mad.
Then there were other boys.
And, scarily, there were girls.
But I never lost my first lust.
Puppy lust.
Lust….one of the seven deadlies. What makes it so deadly has nothing to do with sex. It has to do with wanting TOO much. If you want anything TOO much, it can make you do some really stupid things.
The line between lust and love seems very fine, yet I am happy with only lust for now. You’re marrying a girl in August, the wrong girl but I wouldn’t know what to say in my defense. How can the affect you have on my be so one-sided.
My friend’s wife. My friend. One night, we were the only ones left. My friend’s wife and me. We both felt it, and went with it.
before we started dating
i was completely and totally in lust with him
but ive fallen under his spell
and now im totally
and utterly
and completely
hopelessly
in love
I am wrapped up in your being
I am crumpled around your heart
Trying to find the meaning
In each hug, and word, and part
of you that I admire: nose
and forehead, chest and chin;
I have clenched this little rose
And loved the prick, again.
not love. short. passion. starts with l and ends with ust. teenage love is lust. attraction. psychologically immature
one of my favorite urges. also: the one that gets me into the most trouble. lust can be wonderfully freeing and stress relieving, yet it can also be quite the opposite. I am often a prisoner of my own lust. thankfully, I have evolved from having lust for many men to just one many, my husband.
she looks upon his face and sees the somber look in his eyes, she suddenly has the urge to kiss him and just show him how much she cares.
she takes the plunge and then their lips meet.
but she doesnt feel lust, she feels as though the world around them has stopped, and it has, time has frozen while she’s in love, but he doesnt feel the same.
heartbreak.
I think about my girlfriend shamelessly at times when I really shouldn’t be. I’m alone, but I imagine I’m with her. I think about foreplay…and I think about kissing her passionately. I almost reach out and grab the person next to me as if she’s there with me, but I can keep myself within reality to at least a small degree.
–PS. This is my entry, but I decided after posting it without a real account that I wanted to make an account. So that’s why there’s a duplicate…
i wasn’t sure what to write when i saw the word lust. i just sat for half the time staring at it, thinking, then i almost closed it, but that would defeat the point of the excercise, so i just wrote this. oh, time’s up! i lust after more time, i guess
The snorting, rumbling moose lowered its head but kept its eyes up, full of lust, or death, or whatever thoughts moose entertain when they are looking to cause some mayhem. Jensen glanced back at the naked hummer and the angel and for a second thought he could see lust in her eyes, too. Must be the antler thing, Jensen thought.
I think about my girlfriend shamelessly at times when I really shouldn’t be. I’m alone, but I imagine I’m with her. I think about foreplay…and I think about kissing her passionately. I almost reach out and grab the person next to me as if she’s there with me, but I can keep myself within reality to at least a small degree.
Friday is Lust, Friday is Lust. But of course she is – that’s just hosw the sexist society works. One of the few girls is Lust. Ah, well. I guess it works out. I mean, you can’t very well have Sunday be Lust, can you? Sunday is Pride, for it is the worst of the seven deadly sins. Sunday is the last of the days, after all.
HA! I wish there was more of this in my life. It’s nice that its not something that you have to think about it. It’s just amazing. Wow, 60 seconds is longer than I thought. Ten bucks says a feeling of lust doesn’t always last this long.
Lust. The seventh deadly sin. The greatest desire within our hearts, and worse as it is for someone we cannot have, the ones we know we should never want. Lust starts early in our lives and almost never leave.
Strong feeling… sometimes right and sometimes not… sometimes in the words of Depeche Mode a question of trust!
Oh god, lust. Lust has to do with my ex-boyfriend and all of his escapades. I somehow hear all about them, whether I want to or not. I know I do, but sometimes it hurts too much. Not because I love him, dear no. It’s because he’s having all of the fun I wish I could’ve had in high school.