Quotes About Intimacy

Saying "muff" to someone and trying to be romantic is incredibly difficult.

It's poetry in motion, when she turned her tender eyes to me.

Much of romantic relationships today have to do when the people are not in the same room. Whether it's texting or emailing or Facebooking, there's a kind of distance between the participants.

Two people who are a little bit deluded in each other's favour. That's what love is, isn't it?

Soul meets soul on lovers lips.

The way he's watching me makes me feel needed like no one's ever been able to make me feel. In a way, he makes me feel necessary. Like my existence alone is necessary for his survival.

Okay, " he said, his breath hitching, his hands shaking like hell as he pried her arms from around his neck and set her away., Darcy, I want you so bad I'm afraid I'm going to hurt you.

In the span of one night, Jenny had gone from being someone he refused to touch to the woman he refused to stay away from.

Her veins flowed with liquid poetry. I stole the words from her mouth with my kisses.

I want to kiss you so thoroughly that you lose your ability to stand.

...nothing seemed quite as romantic as holding hands while you climaxed.

Sometimes you can't stand the sound of her voice and other times you wonder how you'd even breathe if she wasn't there. That's marriage, and she'll feel the same way.

He walked right to her, his long strides eating the space between them and sucking the oxygen in front of her

He cupped my face in his hands and wiped my tears with his thumbs."Better?""Yes."He looked into my eyes and said, "I'll never leave you alone, Anna. Not if I can help it.

Look." He stepped closer, his voice lowered to a gruff murmur, and lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to meet his gaze – which just made her want to stretch up and kiss him.

You are all I ever need.

You're my rose and I am the dew sticked to you who never wants to fall apart.

I had this vision of the two of us holding hands or getting into some light petting behind shower curtains or up in the fencing aisle or some shit.

Leather and tattoos, they were his cover, and she wondered what she'd find when she unwrapped him.

From the moment they'd met, their friendship had been leading to more…

Do you know how often I've fantasized about the color of your nipples?" he growled against her neck before feathering soft kisses up to her jaw.

He'd known her for five months, but felt like a lifetime for how attracted he was to her.

He'd been going out with his right hand for so long they were practically common law spouses.

You're so beautiful, " he told her. Her laughter tickled his ears. "You realize you're looking at my back, right?" "Mmm-hmmm. And it's a very beautiful back.