Quotes About Intimacy

Audrey nodded warily. She had never cared for conspiratorial female conversation of this sort. Its assumption of shared preoccupations was usually unfounded in her experience, its intimacies almost always the trapdoor to some subterranean hostility.

There's always truth in seduction. That's why it works.

You mean, she breathed, you're in love with me? I don't care what words anyone uses, he growled, stopping his pace to stand in front of her. Use the words of all the languages you know. Or make some up. Doesn't matter. What matters is that I want to be with you forever. Only you. And I hope to God, he said his voice rough as he stroked her hair, her face, that you only want me. There was no glib charm now, only the raw truthh of his heart, laid bare before her.

I'm praying, he thought to himself.  He'd never been one for church, preferring to take his divine inspiration from what surrounded him.  But lying here with Olivia, touching her reverently, he felt something shift inside him, something large and profound, as though he'd finally learned the answer to a riddle he'd been trying to solve. 

She exhaled, then gave a small smile, and kissed him. They held each other close. Despite the fact that the fire wasn't lit in this room, leaving it chilled, heat spread through him. Heat he and Ada made together. The world was a cold place, but they could keep each other warm.

But now, she was in Michael's arms. When they kissed, the world fell away, fluttering off like soot-dusted moths. She knew only him, and the heat they created even in the depths of winter.

The spirit of the marriage left the bedroom and took to living in the parlor.

Ah'll clean 'em, you fry 'em and let's eat,' he said with the assurance of not being refused. They went out into the kitchen and fixed up the hot fish and corn muffins and ate. Then Tea Cake went to the piano without so much as asking and began playing blues and singing, and throwing grins over his shoulder. The sounds lulled Janie to soft slumber and she woke up with Tea Cake combing her hair and scratching the dandruff from her scalp. It made her more comfortable and drowsy.

Now they got to look into me loving Tea Cake and see whether it was done right or not! They don't know if life is a mess of corn-meal dumplings, and if love is a bed-quilt!

Things lak dat got uh whole lot tuh do wid convenience, but it ain't got nothin' tuh do wid love.

The bed was no longer a daisy-field for her and Joe to play in. It was a place where she went and laid down when she was sleepy and tired.

He ain't kissin' yo' mouf when he carry on over yuh lak dat. He's kissin' yo' foot and 'tain't in uh man tuh kiss foot long. Mouf kissin' is on uh equal and dat's natural but when dey got to bow down tuh love, dey soon straightens up.

The sounds lulled Janie to soft slumber and she woke up with Tea Cake combing her hair

Why, Tea Cake? Whut good do combin' mah hair do you? It's mah comfortable, not yourn." "It's mine too. Ah ain't been sleepin' so good for more'n uh week cause Ah been wishin' so bad tuh git mah hands in yo' hair. It's so pretty. It feels jus' lak underneath uh dove's wing next to mah face.

She found that she had a host of thoughts she had never expressed to him, and numerous emotions she had never let Jody know about. Things packed up and put away in parts of her heart where he could never find them. She was saving up feelings for some man she had never seen. She had an inside and an outside now and suddenly she knew how not to mix them.

The spirit of the marriage left the bedroom and took to living in the parlor. It was there to shake hands whenever company came to visit, but it never went back inside the bedroom again. So she put something in there to represent the spirit like a Virgin Mary image in a church. The bed was no longer a daisy-field for her and Joe to play in. It was a place where she went and laid down when she was sleepy and tired.

When love allows you to be who you are truly and deeply, the nakedness of the body holds no significant power to the attributes of the pureness of one's soul. Being able to connect to a person in a way where the bodies become one, the heart becomes one, and the souls become entangled as one. "When

Yeah, a real nigga studies his woman. I

My sons have such a deep access to my heart.

If everybody is a Facebook friend, what is an actual friend?

I adore Angie and we are very close.

I think it's quite normal for people to have love affairs.

My wife and I are very affectionate.

There isn't a person alive who doesn't like being caressed.