Quotes About Intimacy

Your Feet When I cannot look at your face I look at your feet. Your feet of arched bone, your hard little feet. I know that they support you, and that your sweet weight rises upon them. Your waist and your breasts, the doubled purple of your nipples, the sockets of your eyes that have just flown away, your wide fruit mouth, your red tresses, my little tower. But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

Por qué será que todo el amor me viene de golpe cuando me siento triste y cuando te siento lejana?

Juntos tú y yo, amor mío, sellamos el silencio

Invade me with your hot mouth; interrogate me with your night-eyes, if you want—only let me steer like a ship through your name; let me rest there.

But you and I, love, we are together from our clothes down to our roots: together in the autumn, in water, in hips, until we can be alone together—only you, only me.

T'amo senza sapere come, né quando, né da dove, t'amo direttamente senza problemi né orgoglio: così ti amo perché non so amare altrimenti

Pero tú y yo, amor mío, estamos juntos, juntos desde la ropa a las raíces, juntos de otoño, de agua, de caderas, hasta ser sólo tú, sólo yo juntos. — Mas tu e eu, amor meu, estamos juntos, juntos desde a roupa às raízes, juntos de outono, de água, de quadris, até ser só tu, só eu juntos.

Body of skin, of moss, of eager and firm milk. Oh the goblets of the breast! Oh the eyes of absence! Oh the pink roses of the pubis! Oh your voice, slow and sad!

Seviyorum susman?, uzakl?klar gibisin. ?nler gibisin hem de, ku?uran kelebe?im. ??itiyorsun beni sesim sana varmadan: Senin sessizli?inle ben de susay?m derim.

Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me in the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!

I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Ma eccola qui, la tua forma familiare, quel che è mio, il tuo, quel che è mio, quel che è tuo e mi inonda, eccola qui, che mi riempie le membra di abbandono, eccola qui, la tua tenerezza, che si ormeggia alle stesse radici, matura nella stessa carovana di frutti, ed esce dalla tua anima rotta sotto le mie dita come il succo del vino dal centro dell'uva.

He dormido contigo toda la noche mientras la oscura tierra gira con vivos y con muertos, y al despertar de pronto en medio de la sombra mi brazo rodeaba tu cintura. Ni la noche, ni el sueño pudieron separarnos

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don't know any other way to love, except in this form in which I am not nor are you, so close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

Of everything I have seen, it's you I want to go on seeing: Of everything I've touched, it's your flesh I want to go on touching. I love your orange laughter. I am moved by the sight of you sleeping. — Pablo Neruda, from "Amor," Intimacies: Poems of Love. (Harper; 1st edition, October 28, 2008)

mido apenas los ojos más extensos del cielo y me inclino a tu boca para besar la tierra

En torno a mí estoy viendo tu cintura de niebla y tu silencio acosa mis horas perseguidas, y eres tú con tus brazos de piedra transparente donde mis besos anclan y mi húmeda ansia anida

Oh invádeme con tu boca abrasadora, indágame, si quieres, con tus ojos nocturnos, pero en tu nombre déjame navegar y dormir.

El amor no se mira, se siente, y aún más cuando ella está junto a ti.

If the observation were made to you that Strangers become intimate, and as intimacy grows they lower their guards and less mind their manners until errors are made, which decreases intimacy until estrangement exceeds that which existed before the strangers ever met, would you be inclined to agree?

Believe it or not, you can have a relationship electrified by sexual tension if you want it. You can be married to one person and keep the burning fires of lust alive. You don't have to have an open marriage or litter your home with several partners. And you don't have to endure a sexless marriage where you feel dead inside. Plenty of couples have done it—they've kept the flames of romantic desire lit.

She'd located the junk drawer and it bore fruit: a short candle stub, the remnant, no doubt, of some intimate dîner tête à tête. A little more exploring turned up a mostly empty matchbook and a squat, wax-encrusted glass candlestick. She crammed the candle in the holder and touched a lit match to the blackened wick.

Her gaze met his, her blue eyes filled with confusion and terror – and love. If Julian hadn't already been in love with her, that would have done it.

It's not so much where I want you,Sophie, as it is how. Nothing tastes quite like a woman, and no woman tastes like you. - Marc Hunter