When sex was something godlike, Lust was the profane curiosity that killed many a straying cat. Now, having removed mystery, Lust is less a long-standing, overpowering yearning, more a sudden craving of the appetite. Less quest, more impulse buy.
My favorite thing you do is stop me in the middle of whatever I’m doing to tell me you love me.
He handed the dust pan and brush over. I knew they wouldn’t be much use in cleaning the floor. I also knew the real reason he had given them to me: so he could look furtively at me, as I bent over.
That idea turned me on.
I welcomed it, and decided to give him a good look at what he wanted.
I’m pretty sure battle strategies and combat techniques don’t cover desire and lust.
I don’t believe he deserves the thousands of poems I’ve written about him, but life doesn’t follow rules. We do things for people who don’t necessarily deserve it. But we liked it, we loved it and fell in love enough to write about it.
O, it’s die we must, but it’s live we can,
And the marvel of earth and sun
Is all for the joy of woman and man
And the longing that makes them one.
Love comes from the heart, lust comes …lower
Live within and without your core of being.
Writhing bodies fused as one on the dance floor, limbs tingling, lungs drunk on the lust-filled air.
Megan loves orgasms so much, she would not hesitate to steal yours.