Quotes About Intimacy

who wants to make it grand or fortify it for the coitus, must rub it before copulation with tepid water, until it gets red and extended by the blood flowing into it, in consequence of the heat; he must then anoint it with a mixture of honey and ginger, rubbing it in sedulously. Then let him join the woman; he will procure for her such pleasure that she objects to him getting off her again.

If were a shower I could saturate your hair Work my way over your lips Across your shoulders Around your waist Through your knees To the tips of your toes And back again Warm wet salty Sweet

we used to talk all night and do things alone together and i've begun (as a reaction to a feeling) to balance the pleasure of loneliness against the pain of loving you

What is love? It is not simply compassion, not simply kindness. In compassion there are two: the one who suffers and the one who feels compassion. In kindness there are two: the one who gives and the one who receives. But in love there is only one; the two join, unite, become inseparable. The 'I' and the 'you' vanish. To love means to lose oneself in the beloved.

She was touched and began to open her heart to me. It was like opening an old chest, full of spices, yellowed love-letters and ancient dresses.

You should also know that a true woman is more pleased by the pleasure she gives to a man than by the pleasure she takes from him.

Acum, când nu te afli în faÈ›a mea È™i când nu vezi ce expresie cap?t? chipul meu È™i nu risc s? par tandru È™i ridicol, îÈ›i m?rturisesc ce mult te iubesc.

Quand ma bouche défaille sur Ton corps, j'ai pitié de Tes pauvres lèvres et de Tes yeux purs et de Ton front blanc et de Ta poitrine qui ne renferme que de l'amour. J'ai pitié de Toi, parce que je Te salis tout entière parce que je sens que mes lèvres sont souillées et ne sont pas lavées de tous les livres qu'elles ont lus et qu'elles ressemblent à des chenilles qui tachent de leurs baisers, les feuilles des lys. ~ P 55 - 56

You don't talk dirty to make him hot. You talk dirty to communicate what you need. And most guys, if you go, Yeah, yeah, just like that, a little more to the left, they'll do it.

The odd thing about this form of communication is you're more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many... somethings. So, thanks.

In my sex fantasy, nobody ever loves me for my mind

E-mail is a whole new way of being friends with people: intimate but not, chatty but not, communicative but not; in short, friends but not. What a breakthrough.

He says he's in love with her, I said. He told you this? said Arthur. Yes, I said. Why did he tell you this? said Arthur.

Why would anyone want to do it on the floor when a bed was available? I'll tell you the truth: even sex on a beach seems to me to be going too far.

If you're looking for the full deal, the till-death deal, then look at me. No one's ever going to love you, stick by you, understand how you work the way I do. (Malcolm Kavanaugh)

A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.

He gave her a quick, casual kiss on the cheek first. Then came the hug, and it was the hug that always made Laurel's heart mush. Serious grip, cheek to the hair, eyes closed, just a little sway. Del's hugs mattered, she thought, and made him impossible to resist.

Laurel: I don't need a ring or a license, or a spetacular white dress. It's not marriage so much, or at all really, that matters. It's the promise. It's the knowing someone wants me to be part of his life. Someone loves me, that I'm the one for him. That's not just enough, it's everything.

She'd gone past interest, swung into attraction, burst through lust, tripped over affection, and was now skidding out of control into love.

Do you know what I feel about you, Devin? About us?...Dazzled, you dazzle me. You make me feel things, and want things I never knew I could have. -Cassie

Those big blue eyes were swimming, and he was afraid that if the first tear fell, he would break and carry her off anywhere she wanted to go.

I want a beer. I want a giant, ice-cold bottle of beer and shower sex.

I don't think you tell someone you love them because you expect something. I think you tell them because you have something to give.

What do you think? Does everything look right? You really expect me to look at anything but you? She laughed even as her pulse jittered. Boy, I must be in bad shape when a shopworn line like that hits the mark. I mean it, he said and watched her smile fade. I adore looking at you. Laying a hand on her knees with a long, slow, thorough kiss. Beautiful Margo. mine. Well, you're certainly taking my mind off my ... kiss me again. Glad to.