His mind is completely enveloped in me. We can’t breathe without a touch from the meeting of our senses. He touches every part of me. I am wanted and desired. This is his lust. My love.
Danique
Oh, how the thought of Susan filled his dreams lately. It ate away at him in class, the though of her silky legs bobbing just below the hem of her too-short skirt. And why did she have to set right across from him? Stupid alphabetical seating chart.
Raymond Masters
Lust is a Seven Deadly Sin, but should still be explored. It can really is the definition of it’s own because lust can lead to love, or utter heart break. Sometimes we mistake it for something else and it really is the ninja of all words to do with love.
It was lust at first site. Four walls, a skylight, stainless steel appliances. I.Want. And then the house inspection showed a new roof was needed, extensive wood rot…at what price house lust? You can always buy appliances later.
Lust is the basis of all love young and old and keeps the world going. It is criticised as not being part of the loftier love and somehow the preserve of the devil.
Rex Le Grice
is a burning passion for someone else who you are in mad love with and probably will have sex with.. . hot sexy sex every night all night and have lots of fun and make babies but then kill them cuz you want them all to yourself and not have to share them with a baby.
laura
Something I don’t think is that important in a relationship. One of the seven deadly sins. Guilty of it at times. Red. Sexy time. Superficial. Absence of a true connection. Opposite of love. Purely physical. Not something I value.
Sav
“Ich habe keine Lust,” Frieda said. We looked down across the Danube, to the boats slowly moving in the afternoon current. I pulled a watch out of my pocket. “Here, it’s for you,” I said.
Josh
Life, not loves light but a blazing fire flowing through your veins. Not a thought to be rationalized, there is no thought. Just lust
Vanilla
Lust.
Such a simple, primal word.
We all feel it at some point. We feel it as young teenagers with raging hormones, college kids fawning over the latest pop star. We can never get way from it.
April
hot fire pumping through your veins, don’t think, don’t love, live. Live for life, Live for instinct, lust
Vanilla
Lust is a word to describe your “feelings” about someone. You don’t actually like the person , you pretty much just want in their pants.
You Lust Someone, not love them.
Lust. Lust. Lust. Lust. Lust. Just. Lust.
Jass
The age old question of love or lust lingers in my mind from memories of you. I’m careful where I step and I look for the signs. The greedy fingers, the conversation revolving around anything but my actual life. Food, movies, sex. Food, movies, sex. Maybe take me to the boardwalk. Buy me taffy. I can’t eat the stuff anymore. It tastes like your lips. It makes me see your brown eyes. My heart thumps as I hold his hand. Love or lust. Love or lust. You’ve broken me. He looks so caring…but so did you. His hand is warm against mine and look away from his face as that warmth creeps to my cheeks. Its just a moment in time but, like every other moment, it could change everything. I grip tighter, take a deep breath and in the moment its taking me to think all of it through, I follow him to the mountains. My sanctuary.
Lili
She came into the bedroom, a thin red dress draping her voluptuous body like a mist covering the low Smoky Mountains on a cold October morning. Her figure – impeccable. Her touch – addicting.
nicholas
Lust is what drives passion. Passion is what drives innovation. Innovation is what drives progress. Progress is what drives evolution. Evolution is what drives life. Life is what drives feeling. Feeling is what drives emotion. Emotion is what drives lust.
Mike Bonheim
Lust. It’s a feeling to be craved. One that I feel is needed in order to accomplish true love.
The attraction to ones lover, craving not only soul, but body as well…isn’t that perfection?
Where else could passion exisist if not with a loved one? Trapped in an embrace, melded
together, sinfully sweet. Lustful. Loving. I’d like to be both. I’d trade nearly a lifetime of
platonic love for the rough sweet romance consisting of needy touches and desire.
Ah, lust, you devil. Of course the one word I probably least want to talk about shows up today. Lust has far too great a hold on me for someone so uncomfortable with the subject, and drives far too few of my decisions for someone so in the grips of it. I loathe my wanting. I am not a beast; I am above this.
sophistiKate
To feel so passionate about someone or something before you really know everything about it. Can happen instantly after exposure and is often mistake for love.
Lust has got me in a lot of trouble. For many years I thought that all my passion, intimacy and sexuality has disappeared with age. I was wrong. I met a man who ignited lust in me like a teenager in the first flush of puberty. It got me in a lot of trouble.
Lust is a good one. To much lust will make your naughties turn to crust. Now that’s a must. But if you don’t lust, your privates will turn to dust. Be safe
Dustin
I don’t want to be with you. Not forever. Not now. Not later. But just for a small blip on the timelines of our lives, I want to be pressed against you so tightly, that I am you.
Miriam
lust lust lust lust….i smell some really good food cooking right now and i lust for it soooo bad. i think it’s french food since i live with a bunch of french people. seriously i can’t stop thinking about it. smells delicious….hope it tastes as good as it smells!
Lust is a food one. To much lust wig make your naughties turn to crust. Noe that’s a must. But if you don’t lust your privates will turn to dust. Be safe
Dustin
lust.. l u s t …
lustering lustered mustard tart.. trying looking finding heart
heart hearty heartily lost looking smelling cooking art
art artistically artfully
gone.
I find lust more important than love. If there is no lust the passion winds down and then everything is calm and safe, what about that jump-into-a-fire feeling for the person you’re crazy about?
lust
is a funny feeling
when without it, you feel empty
you want an object of desire to fill that space
you yearn for the feeling of burning passion
but
when filled with
lust
all you want is all you may not obtain
all you desire
is no longer feesible
and that burning passion keeps
one up
into the hours of the early morning
eats at your brain
He wanted to run away. Wanderlust. He wanted to see someplace new. But he wanted to go with her. He wanted to leave the mediocrity of California, start a new life with her. And she did too. She wanted a new life. Wanderlust. She wanted to see a new city. But she also wanted to see it alone. Wanderlust.
ins’t good. you can’t have all. things aren’t enough and can’t make you happy no matter how much you have
Waqas
Ah to have lust is a good and wild feeling when you love. And if you can keep that feeling for one another, it only grows into a bigger flame.
Mary Lou Wynegar
Ah to have lust is a good and wild feeling when you love. And if you can keep that feeling for one another it only grows into a bigger flame
Mary Lou Wynegar
And it was your lust that drove you beyond the lines of us. Beyond the moon’s smile, you found someone better than I, someone who’d take up your heart as your own and then spit it out once the flavor is gone. So go on ahead and follow that lust of yours, I just hope you never come under my scalpel. ^.~
Lust. Uncommonly used- and I’m a teen. It centers around my world, list is everything. It’s mistaken for love, it ruins friendships… Teen years should just be called the lust years- although with boys at least i’m not sure how long it continues.
Bryanna
the mover of mountains such an emotion.with nothing more it is all. no thought just…..the l word.
mr584903
Lucy bowed her head and listened to the melody Liam was playing. It was her history, her past. She was indeed the embodiment of Lust, and it had cast a shadow over her entire life.
Caitlin
Lust. I don’t think I have ever experienced real lust before, only the fantasies a teenage virgin can imagine. I’ve been naked, I’ve been exposed and I’ve seen all the parts, but lusted? I’m not so sure. Like a drug, like cocaine, it is something I will eventually but surely experience.
Lydia
I cant help but dream of his warm soft skin. the memory of his lust as touch him and he touches me back. It’s been days since i last saw him and i cant help but wish he was here right now. . .
I have to know that these old neural pathways aren’t just madman’s scribbling late in a manic depressive but otherwise fun night out on the town with the boys and girls binging on life and other drugs. He plugged in his digits to her blue book. The dates match, the details vary, mildly, but it was still there. The old blueprints for the Beast of Twobacks was staring back over its shoulder. Hiding in plain sight.
love is something pure, lust is dirty, at least that’s what my friend would say. i think lust is such a lovely emotion. drives us past our social bounds, into some area where our primal human instinct takes over. i have a lot of lust, i have a lot of love. i don’t think they should be so separate. lust is a physical love, and yet this whole society in the west is based around love being romantic and lust being a gift to those with self-control. like, why? it’s so human, it’s so us.
His mind is completely enveloped in me. We can’t breathe without a touch from the meeting of our senses. He touches every part of me. I am wanted and desired. This is his lust. My love.
Oh, how the thought of Susan filled his dreams lately. It ate away at him in class, the though of her silky legs bobbing just below the hem of her too-short skirt. And why did she have to set right across from him? Stupid alphabetical seating chart.
Lust is a Seven Deadly Sin, but should still be explored. It can really is the definition of it’s own because lust can lead to love, or utter heart break. Sometimes we mistake it for something else and it really is the ninja of all words to do with love.
It was lust at first site. Four walls, a skylight, stainless steel appliances. I.Want. And then the house inspection showed a new roof was needed, extensive wood rot…at what price house lust? You can always buy appliances later.
Lust is the basis of all love young and old and keeps the world going. It is criticised as not being part of the loftier love and somehow the preserve of the devil.
is a burning passion for someone else who you are in mad love with and probably will have sex with.. . hot sexy sex every night all night and have lots of fun and make babies but then kill them cuz you want them all to yourself and not have to share them with a baby.
Something I don’t think is that important in a relationship. One of the seven deadly sins. Guilty of it at times. Red. Sexy time. Superficial. Absence of a true connection. Opposite of love. Purely physical. Not something I value.
“Ich habe keine Lust,” Frieda said. We looked down across the Danube, to the boats slowly moving in the afternoon current. I pulled a watch out of my pocket. “Here, it’s for you,” I said.
Life, not loves light but a blazing fire flowing through your veins. Not a thought to be rationalized, there is no thought. Just lust
Lust.
Such a simple, primal word.
We all feel it at some point. We feel it as young teenagers with raging hormones, college kids fawning over the latest pop star. We can never get way from it.
hot fire pumping through your veins, don’t think, don’t love, live. Live for life, Live for instinct, lust
Lust is a word to describe your “feelings” about someone. You don’t actually like the person , you pretty much just want in their pants.
You Lust Someone, not love them.
Lust. Lust. Lust. Lust. Lust. Just. Lust.
The age old question of love or lust lingers in my mind from memories of you. I’m careful where I step and I look for the signs. The greedy fingers, the conversation revolving around anything but my actual life. Food, movies, sex. Food, movies, sex. Maybe take me to the boardwalk. Buy me taffy. I can’t eat the stuff anymore. It tastes like your lips. It makes me see your brown eyes. My heart thumps as I hold his hand. Love or lust. Love or lust. You’ve broken me. He looks so caring…but so did you. His hand is warm against mine and look away from his face as that warmth creeps to my cheeks. Its just a moment in time but, like every other moment, it could change everything. I grip tighter, take a deep breath and in the moment its taking me to think all of it through, I follow him to the mountains. My sanctuary.
She came into the bedroom, a thin red dress draping her voluptuous body like a mist covering the low Smoky Mountains on a cold October morning. Her figure – impeccable. Her touch – addicting.
Lust is what drives passion. Passion is what drives innovation. Innovation is what drives progress. Progress is what drives evolution. Evolution is what drives life. Life is what drives feeling. Feeling is what drives emotion. Emotion is what drives lust.
Lust. It’s a feeling to be craved. One that I feel is needed in order to accomplish true love.
The attraction to ones lover, craving not only soul, but body as well…isn’t that perfection?
Where else could passion exisist if not with a loved one? Trapped in an embrace, melded
together, sinfully sweet. Lustful. Loving. I’d like to be both. I’d trade nearly a lifetime of
platonic love for the rough sweet romance consisting of needy touches and desire.
Lust. That’s not what this is! It’s part of it, but a small part. For me it’s always brains, personality, first… And then starts the lust.
Ah, lust, you devil. Of course the one word I probably least want to talk about shows up today. Lust has far too great a hold on me for someone so uncomfortable with the subject, and drives far too few of my decisions for someone so in the grips of it. I loathe my wanting. I am not a beast; I am above this.
To feel so passionate about someone or something before you really know everything about it. Can happen instantly after exposure and is often mistake for love.
Lust has got me in a lot of trouble. For many years I thought that all my passion, intimacy and sexuality has disappeared with age. I was wrong. I met a man who ignited lust in me like a teenager in the first flush of puberty. It got me in a lot of trouble.
Lust is a good one. To much lust will make your naughties turn to crust. Now that’s a must. But if you don’t lust, your privates will turn to dust. Be safe
I don’t want to be with you. Not forever. Not now. Not later. But just for a small blip on the timelines of our lives, I want to be pressed against you so tightly, that I am you.
lust lust lust lust….i smell some really good food cooking right now and i lust for it soooo bad. i think it’s french food since i live with a bunch of french people. seriously i can’t stop thinking about it. smells delicious….hope it tastes as good as it smells!
Lust is a food one. To much lust wig make your naughties turn to crust. Noe that’s a must. But if you don’t lust your privates will turn to dust. Be safe
lust.. l u s t …
lustering lustered mustard tart.. trying looking finding heart
heart hearty heartily lost looking smelling cooking art
art artistically artfully
gone.
I find lust more important than love. If there is no lust the passion winds down and then everything is calm and safe, what about that jump-into-a-fire feeling for the person you’re crazy about?
lust
is a funny feeling
when without it, you feel empty
you want an object of desire to fill that space
you yearn for the feeling of burning passion
but
when filled with
lust
all you want is all you may not obtain
all you desire
is no longer feesible
and that burning passion keeps
one up
into the hours of the early morning
eats at your brain
He wanted to run away. Wanderlust. He wanted to see someplace new. But he wanted to go with her. He wanted to leave the mediocrity of California, start a new life with her. And she did too. She wanted a new life. Wanderlust. She wanted to see a new city. But she also wanted to see it alone. Wanderlust.
ins’t good. you can’t have all. things aren’t enough and can’t make you happy no matter how much you have
Ah to have lust is a good and wild feeling when you love. And if you can keep that feeling for one another, it only grows into a bigger flame.
Ah to have lust is a good and wild feeling when you love. And if you can keep that feeling for one another it only grows into a bigger flame
And it was your lust that drove you beyond the lines of us. Beyond the moon’s smile, you found someone better than I, someone who’d take up your heart as your own and then spit it out once the flavor is gone. So go on ahead and follow that lust of yours, I just hope you never come under my scalpel. ^.~
Lust. Uncommonly used- and I’m a teen. It centers around my world, list is everything. It’s mistaken for love, it ruins friendships… Teen years should just be called the lust years- although with boys at least i’m not sure how long it continues.
the mover of mountains such an emotion.with nothing more it is all. no thought just…..the l word.
Lucy bowed her head and listened to the melody Liam was playing. It was her history, her past. She was indeed the embodiment of Lust, and it had cast a shadow over her entire life.
Lust. I don’t think I have ever experienced real lust before, only the fantasies a teenage virgin can imagine. I’ve been naked, I’ve been exposed and I’ve seen all the parts, but lusted? I’m not so sure. Like a drug, like cocaine, it is something I will eventually but surely experience.
I cant help but dream of his warm soft skin. the memory of his lust as touch him and he touches me back. It’s been days since i last saw him and i cant help but wish he was here right now. . .
I have to know that these old neural pathways aren’t just madman’s scribbling late in a manic depressive but otherwise fun night out on the town with the boys and girls binging on life and other drugs. He plugged in his digits to her blue book. The dates match, the details vary, mildly, but it was still there. The old blueprints for the Beast of Twobacks was staring back over its shoulder. Hiding in plain sight.
us, two, become one, guy, rain, candle, love, pecado capital, romance, pasion, descontrol, alcohol, inibicion, fusion,
love is something pure, lust is dirty, at least that’s what my friend would say. i think lust is such a lovely emotion. drives us past our social bounds, into some area where our primal human instinct takes over. i have a lot of lust, i have a lot of love. i don’t think they should be so separate. lust is a physical love, and yet this whole society in the west is based around love being romantic and lust being a gift to those with self-control. like, why? it’s so human, it’s so us.