There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire

Lust is what keeps you wanting to do it even when you have no desire to be with each other. Love is what makes you want to be with each other even when you have no desire to do it.

Desire is the kind of thing that
eats you
and
leaves you starving.

She was perfect, pure maddening sex, and she knew it, and she played on it, dripped it, and allowed you to suffer for it.

And having once chosen, never to seek to return to the crossroads of that decision-for even if one chooses wrongly, the choice cannot be unmade.

Stand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you