Quotes About Desire

Angel blinked hard and bit her lip, trying to stop the quivering of her chin. "I feel like I've waited my whole life for him, waited to get to this point where I could appreciate and value him most.

I want to be the star in your diary" -Shawn, Fade to White

Now I knew that if that's how the devil looks, I wanted to go straight to hell.

She was like a star in the sky and I would imagine how she could be mine....

There's always a glamour of pain even in pleasure.

Love is possession, a sort of vanity.

You're insane, " I told him, and stood up to dress.He hugged me from behind, pressing hard against me, rubbing his smooth chest along my back. He spoke into my ear, "Insane for you, my love.

You're an addiction...my obsession...

We want the kind of love that sells movie tickets.

Love gives you one more heart to beat for you.

I want to read you every night. I want to take you to bed with me : your words, your thoughts, your mind, your body and your soul.

Tasting what could have been—what should have been—didn't make it easier.

Oh hell." He gasped, his back arching, his balls drawing up painfully tight. "Don't make me come too quickly.

I didn't ask to be born!""No, but I asked." He was breathing hard. His eyes hard and glinting with a fire that burned straight through me. "I asked for you every day of my life!

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.

I want him now and always, and I want our always to start right now.

In the stillness, our eyes do all the silent talking. Our chests move with heavy breathing and desire pours out through our pores. It's unmistakable.

Don't deny me what's mine, Brighton.

What she wanted was right there, between them, pressed against her stomach—so big and accessible and user-friendly—neatly covered and ready to go.

That line between love and lust was thin as a whisper.

There are fires, vast and endless, that burn in me for you. And I will carry them until you are ready to walk through the Flames of me.

Lust. It's not soft like the touch of a raindrop. It's not easy like floating aimlessly on the water. It's weighted, and heavy, a spark that catches on the forest of your body. A wildfire.

And then he kissed me, and when the haze of lust cleared and my knees found their strength, and all I could think was Oh Shit

The tiny match we've been fooling with just set off an explosion.