HA it haunts me. it takes over, binds, breathes… i want, need not really him, but what he offers. comfort, the lust he has for me. mmm thats what gets me. this is wrong, damn you lust and damn you for lusting me!
After he listed off the numerous reasons, in chronological order, of the intricacies of their affections, he looked over the table at her and smiled, knowing full well that she did not and would not ever ask of him a list of that manner, but all the while thinking how much she filled his heart, and being quite sure that without even being required to, he would have a list of wonders that would last on and on, well beyond even Scheherazade’s thousand-and-one nights. Had he been granted the power to sustain his life by telling one story of her each evening, his task would not be difficult in the slightest manner for him to reach an age even the eldest of the vampires would think impossible. As for that mighty force felt by each, that electric sensuality, he could very well sit with the same elder of the vampires, and be compelled to argue which was stronger, the elder’s blood lust or his animal lust for her that filled his every pore, and as sure as the sun rises, the vampire would have to agree that his lust for his woman was the stronger of the two, for blood to the elder is sustenance, and for him it was absolute necessity, the vampire would eventually let himself die, while he would live on forever needing her.
Was just thinking that love based on lust can never be considered love in the first place. I believe the only love that should exist is the Platonic Love. But that would go against human nature due to the human lustful instincts. Strange how we can generate ideas that don’t apply to ourselves. That human brain.
WHOA. Never experienced this in my life. Ummm…lust isn’t love. It’s not like either. I have a feeling it has something to do with sex. I know that there is a deadly sin called lust. I very well acquainted with those. Umm…its not love.
Lust can be an interesting emotion. It can take you places of great pleasure, or it can take you into the dark depths of a soul searching nightmare. Be careful of what you lust after – it may just show up on your doorstep!
i cant explain it.that feeling.THAT look.the flush of your cheeks,your body.how his look makes your skin feel like a million ants are crawling over your skin all at once and you dont know how to react but kissing him seems pretty rational.aroused butterflies.and more
It happens when you see something sexy. it’s nice to have some lust but at times bad. you have to find your partner attractive to lust after them… but too much lust can become an obsession and turn ugly. lust is gross. lust is fun. lust is excitement. lust is dirty.
Lust, this nail-scratching lust. Drag your feet across the table. I’m lusting after my dreams. The high life. Old Hollywood. Gold dresses, red lipstick, scandal. It’s on Wall Street now, that high life. Stand in the Stock Exchange. Thousands of dreams floating in the air, whispering, all back to money and sex. Red lipstick. Drag your nails across the table. Feet down to the floor.
Love and lust are often confused
one may ask, which is better which is more true?
but the world needs lust
just like i need you
you see it started out with that passion and grew to conversation
but without that first inclination, there would have been nothing.
oh my god that girl is so hot. lookk at that top. i want a top just like that one. i wish i was that hot. i bet all the boys are just lusting after her. but who would want me? plain, little uselss me. i can’t even put on eyeliner. I am such a fail at everythning.
Uncontrollable desire. The feeling of want as such; like lovers lost in their need for each others body. Every teenage girl falls into the wake of some league player, basketball star, famous band leader. It is lust that makes them “accidentally” brush close, press against, chase after.
it grips you like the graceful yet purposeful touch and grab, thrust and must of the hand that so desperately clings to your own. is it the heart or the head that craves every inch of detail and lives in despair while waiting? is it truth or a mere distraction from what else is missing
Oh man, is this a good one. Every moment i feel like I’m lusting for something great… something full and gorgeous and beautiful. soemthing like love but wider and more hopeful can that even be? i love lust. who the fuck. doesn’t love lust?
I feel remorse, guilt, sadness that he doesn’t feel that way. That there’s a lack of that feeling whatever it is in my life. I haven’t explored the depths of love yet, more like the undermining depths of lust that show up and suck you in when you least desire. Faith an antithesis of it, hope a polar opposite, the sweetness of love is always accompanied by a subtle yet powerful tang.
The passion Justin and Ashley shared for each other had been palpable all day since lunch at the food court. He admired her figure through the arctic fox outfit and she knew inside his purple bear costume pumped a heart of gold. Their furry lust fueled them in the back of the video room at the convention. As “My Friend Totoro” flickered on the screen in front of them, they moved the back row of chairs aside as to create a small yiffing den where they rubbed and purred their way into ecstasy.
lust is what happens when you really really like someone and you want them a lot and they are hot and cool and you can’t stop thinking about them and you hope they feel the same way but they might not but they might but they might not yeah.
I saw you, and that’s when I knew what it meant. To want something so bad without knowing what you were getting yourself into. It felt so wrong, yet so right… What more is their to say?
What must I do to quench this insatiability,
Every time I see that bust, no choice but to bust,
I walk on tipee toes to see your hereditary publicity,
I watch as they move to a one act self written soliloquy,
many a wood been lacquered, many a ceiling painted
my lust, If I could just….
on the one hand I want someone to sing to me
someone safe and jumpy who needs a shoulder to rest on
after a day of adventuring
and on the other hand I don’t want anything, anyone specific
I just want
the sort of want that shouldn’t be had before breakfast.
I’ve never wanted anybody like I have wanted you. Like I still want you. This attraction is sometimes unbearable…. but I can’t help but want to be with you. I feel more than just lust, because I do love you… but sometimes this feeling overcomes everything else… and nothing else seems to matter.
campout silhouettes
I’ve wanted you before but all of them did the same thing
but not quite
you’re made of so many not-quites
and so many more-thans
and you make my heart hurt because what if you don’t
Lust. I don’t know if that’s what you’d call this. In fact, I’m sure it’s not. At least, not on my side. You lusted after me that night, came over after hours to “watch a movie”. But that’s not what happened. You tried to kiss me. And maybe it seems like nothing to you, because you’ve probably kissed lots of girls, and more than that even. Prettier girls with softer lips and eyes that told stories. But mine must tell stories too, they must. And I said, I like you but I don’t know you and you can’t kiss someone if you don’t know them. It all comes down to that I guess, and maybe I can’t let it go because I regret saying no. But at the same time I know that I would have regretted saying yes, that things would probably have escalated into something I wasn’t ready for. I probably wasn’t ready for that even. I want to talk to you so badly, because sometimes I think you’re the male version of me, -ish. But I’m still so scared of fucking things up that I can’t, can’t speak true words. Why is it so easy to write all of this out, for an audience that I’ll never know, but I can’t even tell you that I think I might be able to love you?
a lady well known in the nation
for her skills in the fine art of copulation
men would lust after her expertise
sometimes direct sometimes a tease
her different moods induced different sensations.
It’s like a craving, I always want it. More of it. As much of it as I can get. Once I have it, I get annoyed, and I’m done. It’s never enough, there’s always something wrong. I always lust for more, and I never can appreciate what’s right in front of me.
The feeling of needing their love and being unable to live without it but only for pure physical need and the inability to control that need, lust powers desires and the stregth and ability to contain all youll ever power into not doing.
The idea of lust terrified and disgusted him. He could not imagine wanting someone else’s body, couldn’t imagine enjoying the ugly union of flesh and spit and indignity that sex brought. He kept himself guarded, carefully, from these urges, covered in a thin film of emotional plastic wrap to keep out desire.
Peacocks and finery that’s the way they told of the hole where all things were revealed – an opening in the light where things just – fell through to another time – the heads were lifted on stones where they shone liike beaten gold and the enmities old were lost in the folds of fabric woven on looms by women with no eyes seeing inwardly
Lustful thoughts are all that exist when night has disappeared and the day is yet to break. Such thoughts are not often useful; more often than not they take away from other, more useful thoughts that mornings should bring, such as: what should I eat for breakfast?
HA it haunts me. it takes over, binds, breathes… i want, need not really him, but what he offers. comfort, the lust he has for me. mmm thats what gets me. this is wrong, damn you lust and damn you for lusting me!
After he listed off the numerous reasons, in chronological order, of the intricacies of their affections, he looked over the table at her and smiled, knowing full well that she did not and would not ever ask of him a list of that manner, but all the while thinking how much she filled his heart, and being quite sure that without even being required to, he would have a list of wonders that would last on and on, well beyond even Scheherazade’s thousand-and-one nights. Had he been granted the power to sustain his life by telling one story of her each evening, his task would not be difficult in the slightest manner for him to reach an age even the eldest of the vampires would think impossible. As for that mighty force felt by each, that electric sensuality, he could very well sit with the same elder of the vampires, and be compelled to argue which was stronger, the elder’s blood lust or his animal lust for her that filled his every pore, and as sure as the sun rises, the vampire would have to agree that his lust for his woman was the stronger of the two, for blood to the elder is sustenance, and for him it was absolute necessity, the vampire would eventually let himself die, while he would live on forever needing her.
You’re warm. You’re soft and I melt into you when your body is pressed to mine. I want to touch you always.
Was just thinking that love based on lust can never be considered love in the first place. I believe the only love that should exist is the Platonic Love. But that would go against human nature due to the human lustful instincts. Strange how we can generate ideas that don’t apply to ourselves. That human brain.
WHOA. Never experienced this in my life. Ummm…lust isn’t love. It’s not like either. I have a feeling it has something to do with sex. I know that there is a deadly sin called lust. I very well acquainted with those. Umm…its not love.
I guess we were never really in love. It was just lust.
Lust can be an interesting emotion. It can take you places of great pleasure, or it can take you into the dark depths of a soul searching nightmare. Be careful of what you lust after – it may just show up on your doorstep!
Lust is delicious. Lust makes you feel sexy. Lust is hot. Love is all of these things, but better.
i don’t like it when i have its just endin mine thought process and make me sick of myself
i cant explain it.that feeling.THAT look.the flush of your cheeks,your body.how his look makes your skin feel like a million ants are crawling over your skin all at once and you dont know how to react but kissing him seems pretty rational.aroused butterflies.and more
It happens when you see something sexy. it’s nice to have some lust but at times bad. you have to find your partner attractive to lust after them… but too much lust can become an obsession and turn ugly. lust is gross. lust is fun. lust is excitement. lust is dirty.
what, again? i’ve already written this. is it just one word a day? it should be multiple words a day. i want another word now please. end.
Lust, this nail-scratching lust. Drag your feet across the table. I’m lusting after my dreams. The high life. Old Hollywood. Gold dresses, red lipstick, scandal. It’s on Wall Street now, that high life. Stand in the Stock Exchange. Thousands of dreams floating in the air, whispering, all back to money and sex. Red lipstick. Drag your nails across the table. Feet down to the floor.
Love and lust are often confused
one may ask, which is better which is more true?
but the world needs lust
just like i need you
you see it started out with that passion and grew to conversation
but without that first inclination, there would have been nothing.
oh my god that girl is so hot. lookk at that top. i want a top just like that one. i wish i was that hot. i bet all the boys are just lusting after her. but who would want me? plain, little uselss me. i can’t even put on eyeliner. I am such a fail at everythning.
Uncontrollable desire. The feeling of want as such; like lovers lost in their need for each others body. Every teenage girl falls into the wake of some league player, basketball star, famous band leader. It is lust that makes them “accidentally” brush close, press against, chase after.
it grips you like the graceful yet purposeful touch and grab, thrust and must of the hand that so desperately clings to your own. is it the heart or the head that craves every inch of detail and lives in despair while waiting? is it truth or a mere distraction from what else is missing
Lust. Different from love. Lust runs around with words like ‘want’, ‘need’, ‘desire’.
I have been in-lust with many people.
I am not in lust with you.
Oh man, is this a good one. Every moment i feel like I’m lusting for something great… something full and gorgeous and beautiful. soemthing like love but wider and more hopeful can that even be? i love lust. who the fuck. doesn’t love lust?
I feel remorse, guilt, sadness that he doesn’t feel that way. That there’s a lack of that feeling whatever it is in my life. I haven’t explored the depths of love yet, more like the undermining depths of lust that show up and suck you in when you least desire. Faith an antithesis of it, hope a polar opposite, the sweetness of love is always accompanied by a subtle yet powerful tang.
This word has already come up today and it’s an inappropriate one anyway because I’m at work and so cannot write about it truthfully.
The passion Justin and Ashley shared for each other had been palpable all day since lunch at the food court. He admired her figure through the arctic fox outfit and she knew inside his purple bear costume pumped a heart of gold. Their furry lust fueled them in the back of the video room at the convention. As “My Friend Totoro” flickered on the screen in front of them, they moved the back row of chairs aside as to create a small yiffing den where they rubbed and purred their way into ecstasy.
I am in lust with a bust
so round and so lush
such a silly little cush
lust is what happens when you really really like someone and you want them a lot and they are hot and cool and you can’t stop thinking about them and you hope they feel the same way but they might not but they might but they might not yeah.
I saw you, and that’s when I knew what it meant. To want something so bad without knowing what you were getting yourself into. It felt so wrong, yet so right… What more is their to say?
let the emptiness speak for itself.
What must I do to quench this insatiability,
Every time I see that bust, no choice but to bust,
I walk on tipee toes to see your hereditary publicity,
I watch as they move to a one act self written soliloquy,
many a wood been lacquered, many a ceiling painted
my lust, If I could just….
on the one hand I want someone to sing to me
someone safe and jumpy who needs a shoulder to rest on
after a day of adventuring
and on the other hand I don’t want anything, anyone specific
I just want
the sort of want that shouldn’t be had before breakfast.
I’ve never wanted anybody like I have wanted you. Like I still want you. This attraction is sometimes unbearable…. but I can’t help but want to be with you. I feel more than just lust, because I do love you… but sometimes this feeling overcomes everything else… and nothing else seems to matter.
A momentary lapse in to base desire; Ha! A beautiful surge of raw power unleashed; sweet relief once released!
campout silhouettes
I’ve wanted you before but all of them did the same thing
but not quite
you’re made of so many not-quites
and so many more-thans
and you make my heart hurt because what if you don’t
Lust. I don’t know if that’s what you’d call this. In fact, I’m sure it’s not. At least, not on my side. You lusted after me that night, came over after hours to “watch a movie”. But that’s not what happened. You tried to kiss me. And maybe it seems like nothing to you, because you’ve probably kissed lots of girls, and more than that even. Prettier girls with softer lips and eyes that told stories. But mine must tell stories too, they must. And I said, I like you but I don’t know you and you can’t kiss someone if you don’t know them. It all comes down to that I guess, and maybe I can’t let it go because I regret saying no. But at the same time I know that I would have regretted saying yes, that things would probably have escalated into something I wasn’t ready for. I probably wasn’t ready for that even. I want to talk to you so badly, because sometimes I think you’re the male version of me, -ish. But I’m still so scared of fucking things up that I can’t, can’t speak true words. Why is it so easy to write all of this out, for an audience that I’ll never know, but I can’t even tell you that I think I might be able to love you?
a lady well known in the nation
for her skills in the fine art of copulation
men would lust after her expertise
sometimes direct sometimes a tease
her different moods induced different sensations.
It’s like a craving, I always want it. More of it. As much of it as I can get. Once I have it, I get annoyed, and I’m done. It’s never enough, there’s always something wrong. I always lust for more, and I never can appreciate what’s right in front of me.
explosive was the only way i could describe it. there was no logic. no way to control it. explosive in colour, sense, need. that lust.
weireed word ?? why did u pick that word why did u pick it stop sky net u won’t get me
The feeling of needing their love and being unable to live without it but only for pure physical need and the inability to control that need, lust powers desires and the stregth and ability to contain all youll ever power into not doing.
The idea of lust terrified and disgusted him. He could not imagine wanting someone else’s body, couldn’t imagine enjoying the ugly union of flesh and spit and indignity that sex brought. He kept himself guarded, carefully, from these urges, covered in a thin film of emotional plastic wrap to keep out desire.
Peacocks and finery that’s the way they told of the hole where all things were revealed – an opening in the light where things just – fell through to another time – the heads were lifted on stones where they shone liike beaten gold and the enmities old were lost in the folds of fabric woven on looms by women with no eyes seeing inwardly
Lustful thoughts are all that exist when night has disappeared and the day is yet to break. Such thoughts are not often useful; more often than not they take away from other, more useful thoughts that mornings should bring, such as: what should I eat for breakfast?