Nothing else but an insatiate thirst of enjoying a greedily desired object.
It's no longer a warmth hidden in my veins: it's Venus entire and whole fastening on her prey.
I knew then that I had never understood what humans called love. But if that was anything close to the power you held over me, then no wonder they searched for it so passionately." I reached out and pulled him into bed with me. "You're going to be late." "Why ?" "Because after hearing that I can't let you leave until I've had my fill. Get naked, Dankmar.
I was tormented by my desire for a woman ... I thought so much about a woman, about women, about all the ones I had known, about all the circumstances in which I had enjoyed them, that my cell would be filled with their faces and crowded with my desires.
That single thought is enough. The impulse increases to a wish, the wish to a desire, the desire to an uncontrollable longing, and the longing (to the deep regret and mortification of the speaker, and in defiance of all consequences,) is indulged.
I wanted him like I wanted air to breathe. Not a choice- a necessity.
In love addiction that experience of: 'Oh my God, I'm in love... I feel whole, and I feel like I've known this person forever.' That is a feeling that you have to have all the time. You become addicted to it.
Infatuation.First Love.Lust.My passion can be explained away.But this is sure: Whatever she touches, she reveals
The very first song I wrote was about a boy that I was obsessed with.
Upon reading the deeply serious opening of Scott Spencer's 'Endless Love', you will very likely laugh out loud. The tone is something like what you might find in a teenager's diary: verbose, feverish, furiously self-important.
For all the people who have infected me with amor deliria nervosa in the past - you know who you are. For the people who will infect me in the future - I can't wait to see who you'll be. And in both cases: Thank you.
There was such an incredible logic to kissing, such a metal-to-magnet pull between two people that it was a wonder that they found the strength to prevent themselves from succumbing every second. Rightfully, the world should be a whirlpool of kissing into which we sank and never found the strength to rise up again.
