Quotes About Intimacy

He kissed the plump mellow yellow smellow melons of her rump, on each plump melonous hemisphere, in their mellow yellow furrow, with obscure prolonged provocative melonsmellonous osculation.

He would fade into something impalpable under her eyes and then in a moment he would be transfigured. Weakness and timidity and inexperience would fall from him in that magic moment.

He imagined that he stood near Emma in a wide land and, humbly and in tears, bent and kissed the elbow of her sleeve.

A warm human plumpness settled down on his brain. His brain yielded. Perfume of embraces all him assailed. With hungered flesh obscurely, he mutely craved to adore.

Lips kissed, kissing kissed.

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork on the tide.

What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say good night and then his mother put her face down. That was to kiss. His mother put her lips on his cheek; her lips were soft and they wetted his cheek; and they made a tiny little noise: kiss. Why did people do that with their two faces?

He could have flung his arms about her hips and held her still, for his arms were trembling with desire to seize her and only the stress of his nails against the palms of his hands held the wild impulse of his body in check.

Unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in four places.

His heart danced upon her movements like a cork upon a tide. He heard what her eyes said to him from beneath their cowl and knew that in some dim past, whether in life or revery, he had heard their tale before. He saw her urge her vanities, her fine dress and sash and long black stocking, and knew that he had yielded to them a thousand times.

He used to call her Poppens out of fun.

Pascal, if I remember rightly, would not suffer his mother to kiss him as he feared the contact of her sex.

Was it right to kiss his mother or wrong to kiss his mother? What did that mean, to kiss? You put your face up like that to say goodnight and then his mother put her face down. That was to kiss. His mother put her lips on his cheek; her lips were soft and they wetted his cheek; and they made a tiny little noise: kiss. Why did people do that with their two faces?

He looked calmly down on her bulk and between her large soft bubs, sloping within her nightdress like a shegoat's udder.

God and the Blessed Virgin were too far from him: God was too great and stern and the Blessed Virgin too pure and holy.

You bore me away, framed me in oak and tinsel, set me above your marriage couch. Unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in four places. And with loving pencil you shaded my eyes, my bosom and my shame.

You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you...

All the seas of the world tumbled about her heart. He was drawing her into them: he would drown her.

Tell me. Tell me with your eyes.

No human being has ever stood so close to my soul as you stand.

Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no other word tender enough to be your name?

YesIsaidyesyesyesyesyes...YesIsaidyes! andagainyesyesyes -- Molly Bloom

Rapito sopra di lei giacevo, labbra piene pienamente aperte, la baciai sulla bocca. Gnam. Con delicatezza mi passò nella bocca il dolcetto al cumino caldo e masticato. Molliccia poltiglia la sua bocca aveva biascicato agrodolce con saliva. Gioia: la mangiai: gioia.

Pero mi cuerpo era como un arpa y sus palabras y sus gestos eran como dedos que recorrían mis cuerdas.