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Desire is the essence of a man.
Desire is the essence of a man.
As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul
after thee, O God.
As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul
after thee, O God.
I want to have fun. I want to shine like the sun. I want to be the one that you read more
I want to have fun. I want to shine like the sun. I want to be the one that you want to see. I want to knit you a sweater. I want to write you a love letter. I want to make you feel better. I want to make you feel free.
A woman's appetite is twice that of a man's; her sexual desire, four times; her intelligence, eight times
A woman's appetite is twice that of a man's; her sexual desire, four times; her intelligence, eight times
It's not who jumps the highest -- it's who wants it the most
It's not who jumps the highest -- it's who wants it the most
Passing into higher forms of desire, that which slumbered in the
plant, and fitfully stirred in the beast, awakes read more
Passing into higher forms of desire, that which slumbered in the
plant, and fitfully stirred in the beast, awakes in the man.
Serendipity. Look for something, find something else, and realize that what you've found is more suited to your needs than read more
Serendipity. Look for something, find something else, and realize that what you've found is more suited to your needs than what you thought you were looking for.
Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and read more
Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.
We grow like flowers, and bear desire,
The odor of the human flowers.
We grow like flowers, and bear desire,
The odor of the human flowers.
