Quotes About Desire

He'd seen interviews—the way Cheever Sanders had looked at Blake Manning had made him yearn for things he'd never voiced to himself before.

I'll take care of it for now, Jer. But you gotta let me know I'm wanted, right? I killed a man for touching you—you gotta let me know you still want that.

Le labbra di Walter erano dolci, ma il bacio troppo breve. Non si poteva far stare una vita intera in un singolo incontro di labbra, anche volendo.

And then Spencer did a surprising thing. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, like someone starving for it, someone who'd needed tenderness all his

This time it was longer, more drawn out, pleasure being dragged down a gravel road.

On the other hand, touching Seth's body was like the holiest part of church that no priest ever talked about. Making him shiver and make his noises and gasp and moan and come?

Jeff's eyes opened then, and he was still desperate and still hot but suddenly very, very serious. "Live," he said. "Breathe. Be warm. Want me.

I promise," he whispered, as deadly serious as Jeff. "I promise. I'll live. I'll be warm. I'll want just you.

Deacon is one of those rare individuals," Jon began, trying to sound jaunty and failing, "whose heart takes the lead before his desire, and not the other way around.

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What is it that you think about just before you get a condom? Sex!

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against The want of you; Of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.

You are ice and fire The touch of you burns my hands like snow

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against The want of you

You are ice and fire, The touch of you burns my hands like snow. You are cold and flame. You are the crimson of amaryllis, The silver of moon-touched magnolias. When I am with you, My heart is a frozen pond Gleaming with agitated torches.

Vernal Equinox The scent of hyacinths, like a pale mist, lies between me and my book; And the South Wind, washing through the room, Makes the candles quiver. My nerves sting at a spatter of rain on the shutter, And I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots Outside, in the night. Why are you not here to overpower me with your tense and urgent love?

The Taxi When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against the jutted stars And shout into the ridges of the wind. Streets coming fast, One after the other, Wedge you away from me, And the lamps of the city prick my eyes So that I can no longer see your face. Why should I leave you, To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?

Art is the desire of a man to express himself, to record the reactions of his personality to the world he lives in.

Carrefour" O You, Who came upon me once Stretched under apple-trees just after bathing, Why did you not strangle me before speaking Rather than fill me with the wild white honey of your words And then leave me to the mercy Of the forest bees. Originally published in Coterie: A Quarterly: Art, Prose, and Poetry No. 4. Edited by Lall Chaman (1920)

Aubade" As I would free the white almond from the green husk So I would strip your trappings off, Beloved. And fingering the smooth and polished kernel I should see that in my hands glittered a gem beyond counting. Decade When you came, you were like red wine and honey, And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness. Now you are like morning bread, Smooth and pleasant. I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour, But I am completely nourished.

The Wheel of the Sun" I beg you Hide your face from me. Draw the tissue of your head-gear Over your eyes. For I am blinded by your beauty, And my heart is strained, And aches, Before you. In the street, You spread a brightness where you walk, And I see your lifting silks And rejoice; But I cannot look up to your face. You melt my strength, And set my knees to trembling. Shadow yourself that I may love you, For now it is too great a pain.

They say a desperate soul would do anything to get what he wants, but even a desperate soul cannot match a man who believes he has nothing to lose.

I have always wanted a bunny and I'll always have a rabbit the rest of my life.

I swear I want to be a food model.