Quote by E.A. DeBoest

“A slow trickle of lust crawled painfully down the parched gully of desire, and ended feebly in dry fumbling lechery.”

— Thomas Wolfe

“I must not let him know this, for it would make him conscious, and so break the spell that binds him and me together.”

— J.M. Barrie

“He was a consuming fire. His passion, his desires, all seemed to overtake the desires of those around him.”

— Sylvain Reynard

“With my love I home I paid for lust Digresses like some, Only, if she understood, Her curse was my unfulfilled thirst.”

— Shreya Sethi

“He lay in darkness, like a sacrifice; he could hear the teeth of his leprosy devouring his flesh. There was a smell of contempt…

— Stephen R. Donaldson

“What he ate did not so much relieve his hunger, as keep it immortal in him.”

— Herman Melville

“Even that exquisite hunger he aroused at her, fiercely sweet as it might be, posed a threat to her sanity.”

— Lyn Ducoty

“His lips were parted, lids heavy. This moment might not be about him and me, about two bodies unified in pleasure or anything profound,…

— Cara McKenna

“The ferocity of her passion was what he'd been waiting for night after torturous night. He wanted her to hunger the way he hungered.…

— Melissa Cutler

“He glanced at her pink cheeks, noting her eyes were hazy with lust, and began to doubt again. He ached for her beneath his…

— Vivienne Savage

“... waiting for the spell to end, as all spells must.”

— Angie Sage

“The place cast a spell on me, a lovely spell that seduced me one one breath at a time.”

— Brenda Sutton Rose