Quotes About Desire

I have never seen anything like this," Bayard said. "It is…strange. I almost do not want this power-to make a man an animal.

She had the appearance of a woman who'd just come from a lover's embrace herself.

The feeling was to be savoured, but not indulged just yet.

I expect you know, with your intuitive senses, that he's been after Lily." "Sort of, yes." "I need to talk to you about him, but not yet." He came back to Daniel, took his hands in his own. "Tonight is ours. I want to forget Othman, Lily, everything. Just for a while.

He could tell that Owen thought it was like putting his hand to a mirror and finding that his fingers could slide through the glass to another world, touch the image that lay there, the image of himself. It was disorienting for him, but desire kindled courage.

He looked sleepy, sensual, dragged from a bed of lust, no doubt.

You lost your god here in the flower of Babylon.

Lily could almost feel Barbara's itching desire to take her in hand, dress her up, give her a purpose in life.

Sensuality oozed from her straining limbs.

I have experienced perfect love, but felt driven to destroy it. Strange. Just didn't feel right. Felt too good, I suppose. Perhaps I destroyed it before it destroyed me.

I am castrated by my own deliquencies," Shem said. "Not even with you can I overcome them. The thought of a kiss turns my stomach, yet you are a lovely creature.

Ays felt sure the man would swing across to them soon. What would he say? In his heart, Ays prepared himself, scripted questions. Was it you at the wind orchestra, you in the shadows of this morning? Why? What do you want of me? He longed to hear the answer, feeling it would somehow open his perceptions for more than the strongest dose of hela ever would.

She had sacrificed a potential relationship for the sake of a dream that could never be real.

She succumbed to the disease of love, reliquished her flesh to its fevering infection, opened her mind to its gnawing absesses and sores.

Daniel stared at him without expression, wanting to push his hand away, wanting to take hold of it and squeeze the fingers tightly, guide them to his face. It was hard to stay angry at Taziel.

She could smell the perfume of his own body beneath that of the aftershave: a scent of corn and ozone. It was unbearable. She made a promise to herself that she would have him, eventually. She could not stand it if she didn't.

He suppressed any thought of Ishtahar and tried to concentrate on the lithe, young body against him.

He was so beautiful it was almost unbearable. His feline body, now shirted in khaki drab, his blond-streaked hair, seemed to represent all that Ari could ever want, all that she would be denied once Star Eyed moved on.

The boy whimpered in pleasure as Paliadion's teeth sliced into his flesh.

He wished Owen would move his hands. It was impossible to think when they lay upon his body.

To Othman, it was like a fine brandy, a perfect Armagnac, rolled around the tongue. Such fiery, yet delicate flavours. The garden of Low Mede was ancient, timeless. Hanging there, a ragged shadow some inches above the ground, hidden among the old-fashioned shrubs, the esctatic bouquets of flowers rooted in the earth, Othman vicariously enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh. Hadn't he primed Owen for this?

Othman willed her face to turn to him. He could see she was anxious, uncertain, but recognised within her eyes a hunger for him.

To be apart from Min would be like dying for him, and no gloves of fur and snakeskin could stroke away the pain.

The last time I spoke to my mother about this matter, her aims were similar to ours in many respects, except that she wants Bayard as king. A sun king, who will unify the disgruntled realms through the power of the spirit.