Quotes About Passion

I desire And I crave.

Eros shook my mind like a mountain wind falling on oak trees.

Love shook my heart like a wind falling on oaks on a mountain.

Love-bittersweet, irrepressible-loosens my limbs and i tremble.

My heart flutters in my breast whenever I quickly glance at you- I can say nothing, my tongue is broken. A delicate fire runs under my skin, my eyes see nothing, my ears roar, cold sweat rushes down me, trembling seizes me, I am greener than grass. To myself I seem needing but little to die

To me he seems equal to gods, the man who sits facing you and hears you near as you speak softly and laugh in a sweet echo that jolts the heart in my ribs. Now when I look at you a moment my voice is empty and can say nothing as my tongue cracks and slender fire races under my skin. My eyes are dead to light, my ears pound, and sweat pours over me. I convulse, greener than grass and feel my mind slip as I go close to death Yet I must suffer, even poor

Sweet mother, now I cannot work the loom. Sleek Afroditi broke me with longing for a boy.

You came and I went mad about you. You cooled my mind burning with longing.

There is a boy, and lust Has crushed my spirit - just As gentle Aphrodite planned. Since I have cast my lot, please, golden-crowned Aphrodite, let me win this round!

Eros loosener of limbs once again trembles me, a sweetbitter beast irrepressibly creeping in

slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl

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Yet I love refinement and Eros has got me brightness and the beauty of the sun.

I bid you sing … as (now again) longing floats around you, you beauty.

Some call ships, infantry, or horsemen The greatest beauty earth can offer; I say it is whatever a person Most lusts after.

Love shook my senses, like wind crashing on mountain oaks. You came, I yearned for you, and you cooled my senses that burned with desire.

You're like a madness inside me, a fever I can't cure.

I must have you. We must have each other. You know that, don't you? You're in my blood, God help us both.

subject for discussion. What terrible messes we get ourselves into when we are silly enough to fall in love

If you consider yourself a writer just write.

We both expected to become less passionate, to fight more, to take each other for granted as time went on. But we never did. We developed routines and schedules, but we continued to astound each other, and to amaze ourselves with our own ability to love. Neither of us had believed we had it in us, this capacity for rapturous, uncomplicated, unconditional love. As it turned out, we had everything we needed.

Abel wanted to know all about flesh and how it responded to skin, tongue, velvet, fur, lips. His enthusiasm was contagious. I'd been a good-enough lover before, but Abel inspired my curiosity and my lust. Sex wasn't just better than I'd ever known it could be; it was more interesting. There were tools to explore, sensations to try, tastes and textures to experiment with, states of consciousness to achieve or discard.

I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I want.