Every glance, a chapter in the book of longing, every touch, a page in the story of lust.
When your alarm goes off in the morning but your lust for sleep is stronger... Five more minutes!
Whispers of temptation, a melody that lingers in the air, stirring the desires within.
That moment when you find out there's a sale on your favorite brand... Lust at first sight!
When Netflix asks if you're still watching... Of course, I'm still watching, I have a lust for binge-watching!
When you accidentally like someone's photo from two years ago... Oops, that was just my lust for scrolling!
Sculpting the masterpiece of passion, chiseling away inhibitions, revealing the art of desire.
Lust is a poor, weak, whimpering, whispering thing compared with that richness and energy of desire which will arise when lust has been killed.
Craving the warmth of forbidden embraces, where desire wraps around like a comforting cloak.