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Lust. What is it? Is it attraction to another indivdual? Is it dust that comes from the moon?
By Isaac on 06.27.2011
I’ve been lusting over this girl for almost two years now. Two years? She knows I’m alive. I think she even knows that I like her. Does she know how much? I don’t know. Fuck, I don’t even know. She’s honestly the just the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, and even more surprisingly, she might even be the coolest.
God Damn you half-Japanese Girls.
By AFragileSmile URL on 06.27.2011
By Lola URL on 06.27.2011
Lust, I try to ignore it. It’s throbbing through me, I know my heart is beating faster and faster. I need to stop, I know I do but I can’t. I feel my eyes flutter, I can’t focus. I close my eyes, trying not to let all of these emotions overwhelm me.
By Emma URL on 06.27.2011
lust is an appropriate word for the time being
the feeling you get sitting next to someone
the feeling you have when you think about him or her
a strange feeling
a feeling that never really leaves
a guilty pleasure
By Stef D. URL on 06.27.2011
Is it possible to lust after the thought of being lustful? Lust is a word that can be used either way, good or bad. Bad because it makes you realize you’re alone, you only lust after the men you see in pictures. But I like the thought of lust.
By Livi URL on 06.27.2011
Oh my darling how I lust after your touch. To feel your lips on mine. Your soft fingers caress my hard manly hands as we risk a lingering moment together. How I lust after the feel of our bodies entwined together always. Lust lust lust – oh what a beautiful feeling. I love to lust I love to feel. I want you my darling.
By hikerman on 06.27.2011
He had one small freckle to the left of his nose. His nose was bent and a little shiny but it complimented his lovely lips. They were perfectly shaped with a neat cupid’s bow resting on top, right below his philtrum. His eyes were almond shaped and a spectacular blue/green colour that reminded me a bit of the teal shade my sister had recently dyed her hair. His hair was a bit too long and, I imagine, obstructed his view quite a bit. It was a nice shade of blonde. I thought vaguely of the wheat grass that billowed in the summer near the high school. His cheek bones were prominent and looked a bit harsh next to his silly nose and cherub lips. They were almost as harsh as his thick eyebrows. Comparing them to caterpillars would be too obvious, but I’m almost certain it is the perfect doppleganger.
By gracie URL on 06.27.2011
to love and be happy. to show passion without hesitation. to express the meaning of what it truly is to be important to someone. love and lust go hand in hand as well as love and hate do. it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all.
By noorbear URL on 06.27.2011
wanting someone so badly you just don’t even know what to do with yourself.
lust < love but
lust can be more powerful than love
lust is shameless.
By Kate on 06.27.2011
do not be lustful of what you do not have. be thankful for what God has put in your life. this that are there are there for a reason and those that are not, are not for a reason. open your eyes to what you have and lust no more. this is only a sin and cause ungratefulness. I need to take my own advice.
By danielle on 06.27.2011
An eternal hunger for food, more food to feed its appetite, always more food. Fire needs three things: heat, oxygen, and fuel. Fuel, food, blood, sex, all the same, the object of a burning desire.
By Anthony on 06.27.2011
She placed a hand on his leg, smiling in that smoldering, sultry way that put all the men on edge. He swallowed hard, and her hand moved inward a little. “What’s the matter, sir knight?” she asked with a grin. “I thought you were interested.” He only stammered in response, and his face got red. Her grin widened; this was too much fun.
By Courka URL on 06.27.2011
i want you i need you i must have you and it and whatever else it is that makes me feel this way for once i get what i want not what you or she wants its all me and i have no problem being selfish this time this time its all me no big deal i do me so deal
By Caitlin Ritchie on 06.27.2011
this is a scary word to me. this says “rapist” and “angry” and “fear.” this says emotion that is bigger than me. i think of dark colors and little light.
By Sarah on 06.27.2011
Sweet kisses, hot bodies touching. An infectious sin that seeps into your sinful bones but this is the sweetest sin. I long for you and wish to have you right here in my warm bed. Your glory radiates and intrigues me, I need you. It’s more than love, It’s a necessity. You are the passion within my soul.
By themysterioustiger URL on 06.27.2011
Lust is not love. It is sex. It is longing, attraction, fear, insecurity, impulse. It is not what we believe it to be most of the time. Lust is wanting to get married, right now, because you don’t want to lose it. Lust is not love. Lust is physical. It is the animal inside us.
By Taylor on 06.27.2011
Oh fuck. Where do I start? Lust. …Lust is dangerous in most, if not all circumstances. Sure, the word inspires thoughts of a lover’s embrace, but Lust, as I understand it, represents an all consuming euphoria that negates logic.
By sam on 06.27.2011
I’m ashamed to admit it, but I like kissing you. Sometimes I crave you and sometimes, most of the time actually, I feel embarrassed to even think that I have held your hand and kissed you and laid with you an a couch trying to fall asleep on you because I think that’s cute but I can’t because you are so twitchy.
By Samie on 06.27.2011
Sex, I need you now..the only thing keeping us together, Sweat beauty the human body wanting another…the only difference from love is only wanting the body not soul….
By yeoz on 06.27.2011
I wanted you all to myself. There is a difference between love and lust. Lust is just a part of love. The other part is fondness.
By twinvolcanoes URL on 06.27.2011
lust love sex things that make you drool julian me bed at night
We lay there under the covers thinking about the day and what we’re going to dream about. We look at each other and things just aren’t the same anymore; faded feelings as the day slips away from our fingers. Things look precarious in our future, but our hands still feel the same; we touch each other, and passion erupts under our skin <3
thinking thinking lust sex scream it scream it
By Rikki on 06.27.2011
Lust…it seeped into my veins and made it impossible to say no. I still remember the way you looked at me with those damned blue eyes. Like I was the only thing in the world worth seeing. And when you held me against your chest, crushing me and kissing me..I’ll never forget those days. While I hope I forget you, because you were a demon and a curse, I will never forget the way you loved me, or the way I wanted you to stay.
By TheRosesBloom URL on 06.27.2011
Something that could really ruin your life. If you think about it too much it’s not lust because lust is for the stupid and not for the strong minded. Take some time and think about the last time you were in lust, was it the best decision you ever made? No, I bet you it wasn’t. This is why when you are in lust, it’s best to step back and think.
By MLH on 06.27.2011
How common it feels. To just sit here and write about a word I feel daily. About men, about clothes, about anything I need. But beyond that word, the word of Lust, is a feeling I can’t resist. And that is the temptation. The satisfaction following through with what lust gives me.
By Kirsten on 06.27.2011
i run upward toward the sky. Jewels are falling into my hands like sugar crystals. my sweat is crystal, too.
By Janaedh on 06.27.2011
eerie fault line simultaneous tremors taken away under the auspice of finality, defining moments seeded with a linking thread, paramaterised alike silence fire breathing evil nonsense time out without
By Carlos on 06.27.2011
Love is an amazing thing; a force that can uplift, motivate, drive, inspire, heal and more. It is something worthy of aspiration and often fills cracks in our soul that we may not even have realized existed.
But love can also be hard and devastating, it can be larger than life and too much to handle.
Lust is simpler. Intoxicating, exciting, and a spark that ripples through your veins like electricity or liquid fire. It’s a basic need that can be solved in a basic action. It’s a wanton need that is almost as much fun to crave as it is to sate.
But love lasts. Or, at least, it can.
By Rob URL on 06.27.2011
Over the heads
through the crowds of people
swaying with the train
he can’t tear his eyes away
the metro rattles and groans
all he can hear
is the pounding of his heart in his throat
she matches his gaze
something in his stomach drops
this is her stop
it is his move
By Nathan URL on 06.27.2011
Lust in my opinion brings nothing to mind but sex and seduction. Before you fall in love, you fall in lust. It’s something you intially obtain when you see someone and decide whether you are attracted to them or not.
By Naseem Abbassi on 06.27.2011
Being drawn to someone. Wanting. Can’t stop the feeling. Needing. Spur of the moment and eternal youth immortality. Drinking deep and not caring about the bellyache or indigestion later. Doing what needs to be done for right now to be amazing.
By G URL on 06.27.2011
I just want tot feel your tight embrace. I just want to fell your lips pressed up against mine. I just want you to hold me tight forever in your arms, because it’s where I feel safe, with you. I want you to crawl into my bed and whisper sweet nothings into my ear until I giggle like a maniac.
By Holly URL on 06.27.2011
It was deeper than a longing, more than an obsession. She could feel it all the way to the marrow of her bones. It was coursing, pulsing through her. She needed, she craved, she wanted. She was desperate and low and ravishing for the first time in her life, and she felt lovely and dirty at the same time.
By Bailey URL on 06.27.2011
I could feel the lust coursing through my body as the fangs bit into my neck, his hands holding me up gently. Blood rushed out of me, into his mouth, and all I could think of was how hot I was and the never-ending ache between my legs.
By silly URL on 06.27.2011
as i opened the door, my eyes automatically drew toward him. i saw it in his eyes, he saw it in mine. we stared. I wanted him more than anything at that moment.
By Wesley on 06.27.2011
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By tessa URL on 06.27.2011
It was then that I realized the relationship was based solely on the physical, on lust. I felt the need to have something, someone, and I liked spending late nights cuddling. But once I realized what the relationship lacked, a more intellectual connection, I was able to move on. The physical won’t last forever, and eventually you’ll realize that you have nothing to talk about – I’m glad I learned this early on. I need someone who understands me, understands my passions, and not only listens, but contributes his own ideas. I need someone who, in a sense, reflects me.
By Haley URL on 06.27.2011
Looking into his eyes my heart pounds heavier in my chest. I loose my breathe a little as I bite my lip impatiently. His fingers run down my spine slowly and sensually. Goose bumps cover my body as well as his lips. We are one. Connected for this moment only. With each bit of air my body forces from lungs the sweat drips from our bodies. The slow motion of passion and the soft moans makes me yearn for more. Our bodies tremble together as we hold tightly to each other. As we walk away from one another we both know this amazing night will never be forgotten.
By Kari Norene on 06.27.2011
If by lust you mean love then I am in. Love overcomes a multitude of sin. It heals. It loses gracefully and it is relentless. How might we love…
By moorjoy on 06.27.2011