Quotes About Intimacy

Aimer quelqu'un ne veut pas forcément dire l'aimer d'amour. Tu aimes tes amis comme des amis… mais aimer d'amour, c'est autre chose. Tu sais, il y a beaucoup de manières d'aimer. Parfois, l'amitié peut évoluer en amour parce que la frontière entre les deux est très floue.

So far away and yet you feel so close.

Es que el sexo no es para gente escrupulosa. El sexo es un intercambio de líquidos, de fluidos, saliva, aliento y olores fuertes, orina, semen, mierda, sudor, microbios, bacterias. O no es. Si sólo es ternura y espiritualidad etérea entonces se queda en una parodia estéril de lo que pudo ser. Nada.

Por eso le pedía que por favor, que al menos por media hora dejara de mirarlo así, con esa llamarada oscura quemando su virilidad, demandando su cariño.

La vida o la contraseña?, la apuntaló con la mano empuñada como si fuera un arma. Usted es mi vida, dijo ella amorosa, caracoleándose en su abrazo. ¿Y la contraseña? Tendría que obligarle a mi corazón que se la cante.

Lo que nos hizo encontrarnos fueron dos historias que apenas se dieron la mano en medio de los acontecimientos. Y lo que aquí no pasó, no va a ocurrir en ninguna parte del mundo. Me enamoré de ti como una perra y tu te dejaste querer

se emborrachan a la par, como si compartieran el torrente sanguíneo.

Cuando dos personas se atraen, una extraña telekinesis abre entre ellos un camino que aparta todos los obstáculos.

As mentioned earlier, the primary way to create and sustain excitement in a sexual relationship is through honesty. It provides a sense of newness and surprise that can't be matched by any of the standard gimmicks for improving a couple's sex life. NOT

You're wearing a lace thong?" Dolly clapped her hands. "That's absolutely perfect for romance.

She tilted her face to his, and he discovered that kissing her was something he didn't have to train for by reading a book. It came naturally.

Every time she shut her eyes she saw herself wrapped in his arms in the middle of that beautiful bed just right for conceiving children.

She had the look of a woman whose bra had just been snapped open.

When you are able to be with a person and there is no need to talk, something has happened.

I want to fly from a window and pour through the air like a wind of love to raise his hair and slide into the palms of his hands.

A heartfire, Clementine my darlin', is when you want someone, when you need her so damn bad, not only in your bed but in your life, that you're willin' to burn--".

For other women that kind of intimacy—the physical, mental and emotional closeness to a man, a lover—was something they took for granted. But she would never travel through life with a man she loved and who loved her in return. Out of nowhere, a yearning ache of loss welled up inside her. A sense of barren hopelessness that panicked and angered her.

And not telling anyone anything whenever possible is the secret of a happy marriage, in my experience.

Linda Mallory was the postmodern fuck. She was self conscious to the point of distraction, counted her orgasms and felt none of them. She worried about how she looked while making love, about how her expression changed when she started to come, whether she was too tight, too loose, too dry, too wet, too loud, to quiet and she found need to express these concerns during the course of the event.

When soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

Familiar acts are beautiful through love.

Soul meets soul on lovers' lips.

To hearts which near each other move From evening close to morning light, The night is good; because, my love, They never say good-night.

TO THE QUEEN OF MY HEART. (Published as Shelley's by Medwin, "The Shelley Papers", 1833, and by Mrs. Shelley, "Poetical Works", 1839, 1st edition; afterwards suppressed as of doubtful authenticity.) 1. Shall we roam, my love, To the twilight grove, When the moon is rising bright; Oh, I'll whisper there, In the cool night-air, 5 What I dare not in broad daylight!