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Rippling, rippling, rippling, like a flapping overlapping of soft flames, soft as feathers, running to points of brilliance, exquisite, exquisite and melting her all molten inside.
Lust is a dangerous thing. It can make you believe things that are not real. It can seduce your mind and lead it blindfolded to the cliff that will be its demise.
Lust is the base of most physical ills, and like a tapeworm in the system, it feeds on our best energies and vitality.
Lusts are like agues; the fit is not always on, and yet the man is not rid of his disease; and some men's lusts, like some agues, have not such quick returns as others.
Lust is the best of all the deadly sins.
Okay is BURSTING with sensuality
The word lust [can] mean "selfish desire." ... It is wanting something so badly you will do anything to get it. That is one of the tricks of the devil. It is too high a price to pay.
Sweet, voluptuous & sexy
But I'm hellacious as they get
Don't test me!
My equilibrium is off
I want balance
I want my love rocked back
To its origin
Mindless, beautiful, and deadly...
Lust is absurd. It strikes in the strangest places at the oddest times. She doesn't even realize she's feeling it. She's erected a barricade of propriety and lies between us. I despise the type of woman she is. I loathe her soft pink innocence. My body doesn't concur. I wonder why her?
Lust is the source of all our actions, and humanity.
She has intelligent, flirtatious eyes, and a penetrating gaze under which one feels simultaneously appraised, tested, charmed, toyed with. They remain, I suspect, a redoubtable seduction tool.
Beware of lust; it corrupteth both the body and the mind.
They are resplendent, and I am enraptured.
I feel naturally florid when I look up again. I look like a flourish. I look the way the word galore feels. I feel uncultivated beautiful, like pure, organic allure.
Can often be confused with," he looked me dead in the eye, "lust.
Lips all crude scarlet, and eyes as absurdly big and round as a child's good-by kiss.
Wickedness is nourished by lust.
Lust is only a sweet poison for the weakling, but for those who will with a lion's heart it is the reverently reserved wine of wines.
Lust rubied my blood, gave me the gait of an uncaught criminal, and I felt like I could walk forever.
What's wrong with lust? You fancy your neighbor's husband so what are you supposed to do? Poke your eyes out so that you can't see him anymore? Acting on it is maybe a sin ... but my God, just lusting after someone? Is that so bad?
Lust, plain and simple - if lust was ever simple.
Unholy delight lit Giles's dark face to flashing brilliance. She realized that while he mightn't be handsome, he was breathtakingly attractive and brimming with potent masculinity more powerful than mere good looks.
I was lusted after walking down the streets of New York.
In a demented, evolved way, lust fuels our motivation to love.
He looked like an angel.
But only the fallen would make her feel the sudden violent lust rushing through her veins.
Love is not lust. The two (love and lust) are poles apart. Love liberates while lust binds.
Lust weakens both body and mind.
Sexy is confident.
drop-dead gorgeous.
The description of lust was simple: two people learn they're compatible , attraction grows, and the ancient instinct to preserve the species kicks in.
I'm not fully hard yet, but that's only because I don't feel the rush of lust right now. I feel the glow of love.
Eschew all those beastly adjectives ...
Her perfume enveloped him as he reached for her. His hands smoothed over soft fabric before finding the warmth of her skin. She lifted her mouth to his and kissed him hungrily, greedily.
She tasted so good. Like sin. Like every dirty thought he'd ever had.
Elegantly yet beastly, caring yet deadly, she comes down to me.
There are different flavours of sexiness.
Passion is a must, Passion is a gaze, A wonder of lust
Her hair was wild, her eyes were flashing, and her tattered underskirts floated around her. She looked like a glorious avenging goddess from some ancient erotic myth.
Lust was a positive high-tension cable, plugged into my core, activating a near-epileptic seizure of conviction that this was the one thing I had to do in life.
O lust, thou infernal fire, whose fuel is gluttony; whose flame is pride, whose sparkles are wanton words; whose smoke is infamy; whose ashes are uncleanness; whose end is hell.
Luster, bring me home.
Handsome vampires are addictive
But Lautner makes me feel beautiful. It's not lust, it's more. I recognize it. It's the way I look at a piece of art and see something nobody else does.
I wonder what the difference is between love and lust.
clearly besotted with
The desert of virginity Aches in the hotness of her mouth.
I think you're drooling a little.
Look at me, he breathes, and I stare up into his smoldering gaze. It is his Dom gaze - cold, hard, and sexy as hell, seven shades of sin in one enticing look.
extraordinarily appealing.
His lips were pure temptation, soft, bitable, sensual in a way only a man's mouth could be.
Sensual? I almost giggle. What kind of word is that to pop into my head? I'm not sure I've ever thought of anything as being sensual before.
HOLY MOTHER EFFING SPARKLY VAMPIRES IS HE HOT
Lust carries her sharp whip At her own girdle.
You make me feel like a candy apple, red and horny.
The only sound was the crackle of the fire as they looked at each other. Then his mouth was on hers, moving seductively. She returned his kiss, opening for him when his tongue swept against her lips.
He enticed, he tempted.
He tantalized, he seduced.
And it was glorious.
A kind of childlike purity to her repose that made the thought of kissing her seem vile.
She was beautiful all right, beautiful in a way that was at once seductive, demonic, and raspberry.
Lugubrious and pretentious at the same time.
Lust is the difference between loving someone and being in love with someone.
The girl was alluring. Like wildfire, or a summer storm swept off the Gulf of Oro.
Love is a lady. Lust is a tramp.
Your eyes are so comely that I can't turn my eyes away.
She was like a nagging itch, repellent and at the same time tempting.
Not sexy so much as angelic, like all the world's light had gotten together and arranged itself into the shape of a face.
Incredibly fond.
Brainy. Definitely the new Sexy.
She slid her fingers into his thick hair and melted while he kissed her as if there were no tomorrow. He tempted, he seduced, he enticed.
And she willingly followed.
Her lips was hot, like the ridge of a cooking dish.
I inhaled his scent. He was near, a few feet away. Lust nearly buckled my knees. He was a tireless lover. There was nothing off-limits with him.
So sweet and innocent and just ... beautiful. I know it's not a typical word to describe a guy, but there is something about the smooth texture of his skin, long blond eyelashes, and the chiseled cheekbones that brings the adjective to mind.
Lust is a master showman who disguises himself as love, and love is a mythical creature who keeps habitat with the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, and other lies we have been fed.
God made every one of us a sexual being, and that is good. Attraction and arousal are the natural, spontaneous, God-given responses to physical beauty, while lust is a deliberate act of the will.
It was not lust itself he felt, but the premonition of desire, as if the wind that whipped around his cravat were whispering in his ears. /Her. Choose her./
Lust," she said. "Lust is a deadly sin."
"And spanking."
"I think that falls under lust."
"I think it should have its own category." said Jace
I should have been appalled. Or offended. Anything but horny, but there it was.
His stubble was cut smooth. he smelled of aftershave, dry deodorant and sex-tarnished bedsheets. those eyes
grey, strong, inlaid beneath a firm brow that displayed such hate and SUCH love
they seduced her every time ... but not tonight.
Indescribably delirious!
I am not sinuous or suave; I sit among you abrading your softness with my hardness, quenching the silver-grey flickering moth-wing quiver of words with the green spurt of my clear eyes.
I'd never seen anything like the girl in my arms.
Beautiful. Strong. Fierce and Fiery.
A force greater than any storm and twice as destructive.
good looking in an adorkable kind of way.
She was dazzling
alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance.
Sexier than a silk teddy.
I was erotic. I was beautiful. I was powerful.
Lust presented as love will not last
How dirty she was, how thin, what a wild look she had! I have never seen a wilder-looking creature. Her eyes were bright. They were like the eyes of a wild animal.
Shining with craving, his emerald gaze penetrated her soul. "I desire you so much". His whisper melted her heart. His soft touch set her ablaze.
Sometimes I'm sexy, and sometimes I'm not.
Fierce-looking, a coal-eyed brunette with a gaze direct as lasers. She
There was an aura about him that was staggering to her, making it difficult to think. It wasn't mere male heat and sensuality. It was raw sexuality, animalistic in its intensity - and she was starving for it.
You've got innocent eyes, but a hot, greedy body. God help me, I would never stop banging you.
... There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover's whisper, irresistible - magic to make the sanest man go mad.
Be honest, how hideous do I look?"
He took another step back and pursed his lips.
"That bad, huh?" I muttered.
No, no Bella. Actually ... " He seemed to be struggling for the right word. "You look ... sexy."
I laughed out loud. "Right."
Very sexy, really.
Her arms and shoulders and neck were strong. Her makeup was perfect. Her face was dominated by her eyes. Her face hinted strongly at intelligence and heat. Excellent combination.
Shined, combed, brushed and gorgeous
Kaidan's like the embodiment of lust.
I hate the word sexy.
Of the seven deadly sins, lust is definitely the pick of the litter.
Sitting on couch, lying legs apart
Dark dirty naked. Smiling at me,
Wicked lazy lusty eyes. I moaned,
When saw movement inside his silent,
The thick forest of pubic hair.
Her beauty is a deluge
washing my soul.
A woman's lust is for a short time; a man's lust is forever.