Lust is like a robin attacking his reflection in a pane of glass again and again.

In 'Robin Hood,' I did quarterstaff fighting.

Those that Hobgoblin call you and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck:
Are not you he?'

'Thou speak'st aright;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.

Is time the wheel that turns, or the track it leaves behind?

Any lustful person and a drunkard have something in common. Both never get satisfied until they face serious problems. When such problems come, series of questions will be asked, and serious responses will be demanded.

Passion, heat, desire. Souls enter-twined in lustful bliss