Quotes About Intimacy

A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.

She leaned over the bed to plant a goodbye kiss on his cheek. Instead he reached up and cupped her head in his left hand, so that he was in charge of her kiss and it landed oh his lips. It was not, as she would have expected, the fumbling kiss of a boy unused to dating but the practiced kiss of a man who knew exactly what he was doing.

If you don't scare the neighbors while copulating, I'm afraid you're doing something terribly wrong.

Women have to be in the mood for sex. Men have to be breathing.

You really don't know a person until you spend some time in their panties.

Marriage is like a toothbrush. It starts out smooth and gets kind of prickly towards the end.

Lust and love. They both put a fire in your damn shorts.

It's not who you know, it's who you sleep with.

Trust is important to any relationship… and easier to come by if you get a picture of a guy's wife buck naked.

More and more do I feel, as I advance in life, how little we really know of each other. Friendship seems to me like the touch of musical-glasses--it is only contact; but the glasses themselves, and their contents, remain quite distinct and unmingled.

Denn gegen die Liebe ist kein Kraut gewachsen, gegen sie hilft kein Trank, keine Speise, nichts, was in Zaubersprüchen gemurmelt wird, sondern nur Kuss und Umarmung und nackt beieinanderzuliegen. - Philetas

If you want to live With all I have to give I need to feel true love Or it's got to end, yeah

I would never speak about specifics in my own relationships because I think it's tacky. If you seriously want to know, listen to the music.

If you had my love And I gave you all my trust Would you comfort me And if somehow you knew that your love would be untrue Would you lie to me And call me baby

I think God made you for me, a mix of passionate fidelities, baby your so complete, I write this song to let you know, that you will always be my lust, my love, my man, my child, my friend, and my king

I am yours," he whispered. "I live to hold you, Risa. I breathe to touch you.

But I might—" he bit out. "Tell me you're not a fucking virgin." "No, I'm not a fucking virgin. Virgins have yet to fuck, remember?

Love is like cigarettes. It gives you a little pleasure while you're at it, but leaves you with a bad taste in your mouth and a pain in your chest.

Belle]'d fallen in love with him at fifteen, galloping down clay roads with the leaves of autumn swirling around them. They'd discovered the nooks and crannies of passion in his mother's darkened parlor on a rolling sea of dark wine velvet, amid a flotilla of lacy white antimacassars...

Men like to pleasure us, girl. They like to undo our plaits and give us water to drink from their own mouths. That's what makes the world go round.

The still pool of your mouth under a thicket of kisses.

Romances paint at full length people's wooings, but only give a bust of marriages: but no one cares for matrimonial cooings

Come, lay thy head upon my breast and I'll kiss thee unto rest.

For there was soft remembrance, and sweet trust In one fond breast, to which his own would melt, And in its tenderer hour on that his bosom dwelt.