Raymond Chandler says:

Raymond Chandler

“She came back
with the glass-
and her fingers,
cold from holding the glass, touched mine.

I held them for a moment and then let them go slowly, as you let go of a dream when you wake with the sun in your face and you have been in an enchanted valley”

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Henry Miller says:

henrymiller” I say this is a wild dream—
but it is this dream
I want to realize.

Life and literature combined,
love the dynamo,
you with your
chameleon’s soul

giving me a thousand loves,
being anchored always
in no matter what storm,

home wherever we are. “

Colette says:

colette

Voluptuaries,
consumed by their senses,
always begin by flinging
themselves
with a great
display of frenzy into
an abyss.

But they survive,
they come to the surface again.
And they develop a routine
of the abyss:

“It’s four o clock.
At five I have my abyss…”

Just Abust With Lust

I just got in
from places
far-flung and remote.

And boy,
are my arms tired.

And I’m too tired
to figure out
what exactly is wrong
with that joke.lust

Ahem.

As usual, when I
finally returned to
my boring old desk
this evening to
set pen to paper —

(or finger to keypad,
I guess I should say)

I found myself once again
struggling to find
something to blog about ….

It struck me that perhaps,
…. just perhaps….

That all my choice
subjects have been
just run over bigtime
by this blog
time after time,

which I guess is natural,
… doing a daily blog for
as long as I have been
doing one.

So, I decided
that I shouldn’t really
even worry about it,
and that I should
slog on regardless.

Thus,
today’s post
— about
one of those subjects,
that I have completely
beat to death already ….

Figuratively, anyway.

Lust.

It certainly is a
favorite of mine.

Yes.

Makes me
shivery all over.

—- Even without
any lust lotion.

And like they
always said
in all those creative
writing classes that
I never took,
that you shouldape
write what you know,
you know?

Hey–
you’re not
surprised, are ya?

Ah well…
somehow
… it’s only the last lash
of a whip that anyone
ever really remembers,
right ?

Ahem.nolady

I’m nothing,
if I’m not committed
to that lady lust.

Oh man,
yeah.

And I probably should be.

Committed,
that is.

Anyhoo,
I think people make too
many negative waves
about lust, truthfully….

” A lust goddess that stood for
everything that was sin and evil? ” 

Come on.

I mean, you just can’t
even do half that stuff
standing up.

Nix, man. consequ

“Lust and Consequences ” ?

I had no idea that Bob Barker
guy was into all that stuff.

It’s probably a good thing
they changed the name
from “Depravity” anyway.

What a terrible name for a
town in New Mexico, otherwise.

Ain’t that the truth

Alright,
and this one:

A wanton waitress dished up
passion on the farm ?

Ok, maybe not all
that negative,
but certainly a bit of a
mixed metaphor.

And I think there’s
some kind of New Mexico
theme running in the
background somewhere.

Anyhoo, about today’s post….

It’s possible that maybe I
have a different spin on it,
this time.

And I’m hoping
it’s joyouslycrossroad
and euphorically naughty.

Abnormal passions?

Hey,
That’s when it’s at it’s best.

Where the hell is that
place on my map?

(New Mexico, again, I bet )

Ahh well….

Say it with me, won’t you?

Lust.

Lasciviousness.

Oh hell,
call it lechery if you want.

Even concupiscence,
if you can pronounce it.

I just don’t even understand

how lust became of one
of the 7 deadly sins
to begin with…..lustweekend

After all,

I totally get how:
wrath,
greed,
sloth,
pride,
envy,
and gluttony
made the list.

Well….

Nobody likes a
pissed-off,
mercenary,
lazy,
pompous,
jealous chowhound
,
right ?

Wait.

Naaaah…

I’m not indolent,

and I’m certainly
not avaricious.

Whew.

That was a close one.

But, getting back to lust —

I ask you,

what’s life without a
little hormonal ardor ????

You know–

That craving you feel
right down to your toes,
and up through your
crown chakra.

That hankering for
that shade of
off-white/off-black that
you’ve yet to experience.

That longing for
someone that feels
so natural,
so guttural,
so carnal,
so grrrrrrrrrrrrr.

That yearning that courses
through every blood vessel,
every corpuscle.

That kind of
powerful concupiscence
that makes one
doubt one’s sanity,
sometimes.

The way it carries
you off with it —
time and space become meaningless.

You can’t get it
in a little blue pill,
you can’t rent it
on a street corner,,
you can’t bottle it and
sell it like twenty dollar gin.

You just have to experience it.

Oh sure, you’ll pay for it —
— in all sorts of ways —
but it’s fucking worth it.

I call it passion.

You can call it anything you want.

But it’s ain’t no deadly sin..

I’d want to die without it.

HOY!

PS: thanks to Jen
for the lead snake lady piccie.

vargas

Evelyn Scott says:

evelynscott

In most intimate touch we meet,
Lip to lip, Breast to breast,
Sweet.
Suddenly we draw apart
And start.
Like strangers surprised at a road’s turning
We see, I, the naked you;
You, the naked me.
There was something of neither of us
That covered the hours,
And we have only touched each other’s bodies
Through veils of flowers.
But let us smile kindly,
Like those already dead,
On the warm flesh
And the marriage bed.