I'll just stay ten feet away from him at all times so I don't accidentally trip and fall and land lips first on his mouth.

You asked of me once, how high, high can beor if there was an exhibit..I smiled and then whispered..My thighs are the limit…

You can't love someone just by looking at them. That is lust. Not saying love can't come fast, but it doesn't come first.

The touched heart madly stirs,your laughter is water hurrying over pebbles - every gesture is a proclamation,every sound is speech...

Wrap him up in floral wallpaper, wishing the envelopes I seal were his lips, leaving hickeys like stamps to show where he's been.

I will bathe in your warmth ma petite. Roll you around me until my heart beats only for you. My breath will grow warm from your kiss.

With cheese being the only piece to look for our mind's peace, how can the lease of our homemade,self-created problems' cease ?

When lust combines with love, feelings like dissatisfaction,lack of trust,lack of understanding,jealousy and possessiveness are produced

. . . I still wouldn't be able to control myself around him, and I'm math geek enough to know that equation doesn't work out.

It's weird, marriage. It's like this license that gives a person the legal right to control their spouse / their 'other half.

Or maybe spring is the season of love and fall the season of mad lust. Spring for flirting but fall for the untamed delicious wild thing.

Having someone this male next to her made her soul feel exhilarated and convey brazenly suggestive, female, liberal ideas to her inner id.

There is a correlation between the number of days since a man last had sex, and, the number of things that he is willing to do for a woman.

I admit, that the brain does not govern the body as well as one might wish- else all men would be saints and hell would be empty of lechers.

As I looked into his eyes, trying to see into the depths of that darkness, it hit me. It was subtle, but it hit me. The rush of attraction.