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It’s just a word, replaceable for lust. Bit of an awkward word to be honest. Rhymes with dust, must, can’t think of anything else. Thirty seconds to write about lust, and I rhyme. Such a funny thing. Strong emotion, I suppose. But that’s how things work. Dust, must, trust, lust. That’s all.
By McGee URL on 06.27.2011
i stare at him, with lust burning in my eyes. i want to touch, to lean over and kiss him, to slide my hands under his shirt, and go even further. but no, i keep myself in check. we’re right in front of his parents. i’ll have to deal with hand-holding at the moment…
By Emma URL on 06.27.2011
I feel your hand
warm and soft
in secret places
and though it is only imagination
and only my hand
I can’t help but see your body
your slender, supple poise
but never your face
your face is merely a shadow
a shadow that will not disperse
until my lust is no more lust
By Beebee URL on 06.27.2011
Lust? Well . . . I am not even sure what the word means sadly. You know it is one of those words you hear, but never really understand it’s true meaning.
By Mandy the Cutie URL on 06.27.2011
Lust is what we think love is. Lust is about the hormones, the NOW, the body and not the soul. But you can lust after a soul, too, can’t you? Love is nothing more than a byproduct of hormones and chemical imbalances and a whole lot of lust. We don’t believe in love in first sight, though we may call it that. We believe in lust at first sight, because that’s all lust really ever is–first impressions that go a long way.
By Teresa on 06.27.2011
Erotic. Sex. Desire. Sometimes it has nothing to do with sex. Some people lust after possessions. It’s a hungry desire to fulfill something carnal. Gratification of the flesh.
By jen on 06.27.2011
You think of the series you both love, one of the series that brought you together. Leviathan, was it? The stake of lust? You wonder if you’d become her target now that things are starting to roll into motion. Perhaps you are falling for someone new, perhaps not. Perhaps it’s simply because he opened himself up to you and you gave him advice. You don’t know for sure. All you do know is that you get that familiar twinge in your chest whenever you think of him. Figure it out.
By Genevieve on 06.27.2011
You asked to meet in the coffee shop. I sat up all night, waiting, reminding myself that you had moved on, that you were happy in your new relationship. We met, and the awkwardness was pungent in your words and in my actions. And then we kissed.
By Christian URL on 06.27.2011
Lust is what I feel every time his face appears in my head. Lust is what I feel every time I close my eyes. Problem is, every time I close my eyes, he appears in my head. So I spend most of my life feeling lustfull. Does lust go away once the object of lust has been attained? It must. Or else the world would be full of eye closing, head dreaming, lust fucks.
By teri on 06.27.2011
Someone has lost control over thoughts, and turned them into desire.
By Jess on 06.27.2011
Erotic. Sex. Desire. Sometimes it has nothing to do with sex. Some people lust after possessions. It’s a hungry desire to fulfill something carnal. Gratification of the flesh. A word with many taboos, but also filled with curiosity. Voyeurism. Hollywood.
lust filled my eyes when I first saw you sitting on the floor
all strewn around you
your tools, your ways of expressing yourself
you are intriguing
you are an artist
you are the love of my life
and every time I see you I want to lean over and kiss your lips
By Amy Brookins URL on 06.27.2011
we have it
a lot of it
it just happens
we’re sitting together and we get this look in our eyes
we’re suddenly yearning for each others’ touch
craving the connection
our eyes meet
our hands touch each others’ bodies
off come the clothes and lust leads to love
I lust after you, not only in body. I lust after your heart, after your mind, after your soul. I lust for you, your touch, your smell, I want you, come home.
By SarahRose on 06.27.2011
Lustfulness is a natural part of the human condition. While it compels us to make stupid, sometimes life-altering, mistakes, in some ways lust is a healthy way of growth and renewal. Without mistakes, there can be no personal growth, and sometimes it’s okay to just let out all your pent-up frustrations.
By Lilly on 06.27.2011
my hands caress your body
all the way down to your belly button where I find just a trace of lint
and further on down until I come across a beautiful specimen of manhood
and I am hungry
Love. But it isn’t love. It’s longing for something you know you can’t have, but you want it anyway. Nothing can stop you. Until you have it, you will love it. And when you have it, you’ll never give it up. Some call it forbidden. But it isn’t exactly that. Its just put of your reach, not forbidden. Lusting for something takes all you time, your thoughts, your energy. Lust is what i feel for you. A feeling that you’ll never know.
By Lindsey on 06.27.2011
A word that evokes many emotions that have to do with man’s more basic instincts
it can be a dangerous afair not to control and correctly channel this emotion
By Dave on 06.27.2011
lust is what i think when i get the urges to be touched by her every so passionately. don’t get me wrong. we love eachtother, but i want a lustful love sometimes. maybe i confuse it with passion?
By Anne Ramirez on 06.27.2011
its not just love, but lust.
lust is almost like magic, its amazing.
lust reminds me of glitter and sparkle.
its such a powerful word but yet so short.
i picture fairies and fairytales.
By ashley on 06.27.2011
I want the words to come to my fingers when I call them. I want these words to bend over backwards to do my bidding. I want them to come crawling back when they have disobeyed, when they have hindered forward progress. When they have dared to come between myself and my message. I want these words to do what I want, and when they do, the electric storm it creates is so heady, I want to fall into it and drown myself in the lust of the moment.
By Thirteen URL on 06.27.2011
dripping, wet like a peach. huge and full of life and eternity. sweating, naked screaming. bannished to the soul’s tenacity. pouring out
By eli on 06.27.2011
“They say it’s just lust, but I know better than them.”
That’s what I used to tell myself.
But, like always, *they* were right.
I wasn’t in love.
If anything, I was in hate.
When you pass by.
I can’t help but get butterflies
In the deepest pit of my stomach
I want you
To hold you and to be near you
My hand upon yours
My lips upon yours
Our bodies against each others.
To be together would be a marvelous thing.
But I know it’s just pure lust.
By superomega URL on 06.27.2011
there is the greatest feeling in my chest. I can’t go home. My boyfriend isn’t there but his mother is and I understand how sad she is that we’re leaving, but I honestly wish I could walk through the door, take off all of my clothes and make the most passionate love I’ve ever made to him. Not even make love. I want to fuck. I want to fuck him hard and without abandon. I want to fuck for once without worrying about pregnancy.
By Adri on 06.27.2011
lust?we all feel that at some point in time. Different situations brings us to the point where we think we fall in love, but in fact its just mere attraction. It’s quite rare to find TRUE love now days.
By Jewelz on 06.27.2011
Again and again and again, and still nothing, fleeting good feelings, and maybe a good memory but things still suck. life doesn’t have brighter colors that job you fill at work is still hard and doesn’t pay enough. what is missing?
By Jake on 06.27.2011
naughty love when expressed through vivid manner or felt through intangibile means is called lust. it is under rated love
By aamir on 06.27.2011
Lust. love. sex. passion. Passion pit. little secrets. no one needs to know or feel it. ;) ow ow
By Nicole URL on 06.27.2011
It draws you in at first. Love isn’t what draws you in, but rather, lust does. It is when this lust persists that you can realize that you love them and can stay with that one person forever. Otherwise, you’ll just want others.
By xstal URL on 06.27.2011
Ravenous. Cavernous. The twisty tie that we try to use to hold our garbage together. The urgency that we have about getting where we are going.
By l URL on 06.27.2011
what is love without lust?
and why do i crave lust so much? and why is it a bad thing?
why do i have to feel guilty when i dream up of images of your body close and hard up against mine.
lustful… might as well be called sinful…
By Abra URL on 06.27.2011
I wish I could have just a little sample of lust. I wouldn’t want a lot of it, not a large helping – it seems like the kind of thing that is dangerous in large proportions – but i’d like to know what it feels like. A little romance is all i hope for.
By mollyruth URL on 06.27.2011
There is more lust than love out there. It’s very dangerous and can lead to bad things. But if you lust the one you love then that is an exception. Lust only the one you love.
By Grace Tuetken on 06.27.2011
It’s possible to be “in lust” and in love at the same time.
But how do I explain the feeling of somewhere in between?
By Krisha Coleen. URL on 06.27.2011
Living this way is intoxicating. Everyday is a new high. I feel like I came straight out of Se7en. This is for sure my deadly sin. LUST. The word drips like candy on my tongue. I can taste the desire. Can you?
By Brittany on 06.27.2011
His lips would seem to pulsate every time she walked in the room, like they had found a higher purpose in the doorway. He couldn’t fathom how the rest of the class could carry on about their business when such something so clearly important was going on right behind them.
By Aaron M. URL on 06.27.2011
John growled with lust at the sight of David tied up so neatly before him. Each leg was bound to a wrist, spread by a bar as he whined softly into the pillow, shivering as the cool air blew across his exposed arse.
By floppybelly URL on 06.27.2011
is a word that i don’t remember the fucking meaning. it was luxurie? sex? hahah fuck, i don’t remember… trust?? must?
By paula on 06.27.2011
He didn’t know if it was love, or just lust. He would say it felt like love, that it felt like the most real love in the world. But, in all honestly, he really had no idea. He’d never been in love, he’d never been in lust. He didn’t know what either felt like. He had no prior experience to compare this feeling too.
By Ellalah Tesla URL on 06.27.2011