Quotes About Intimacy

My soul recognized him and it was easy to be in sync with him—to feel like I'd known him forever.

Zander, you're getting me all wet and gooey, " she squealed.He laughed again as he plopped her on the bed. "And I've just started.

When you get down on your knees in front of me it won't be out of gratitude. It'll be because you want to be there."--Ciaran Ross, Killer Curves

You want to come in?" she asked softly.He leveled his gaze at her. "You know what's likely going to happen if I go in there, right?"She didn't blink. "Yeah. That's why I'm asking.

You can talk to me, you know. I'd never give away your secrets.""What's that saying about secrets?" she said lightly. "Three can keep a secret if two of them are dead.

Are you going to put some clothes on?" she blurted out."No. Are you going to take yours off?""No.""Right. Of course not.

Stop. Talking."Her whisper was muffled against his lips, and his answering chuckle was muffled by hers."What would you have me do instead?""For starters? Put your mouth to better use.

She didn't want to talk with Levi. And wasn't that the problem. She wanted to do things that didn't involve any talking. Well, maybe it did if you counted dirty talk.

She'd taken one look at him the first time they'd met and it was like her body had just erupted into a ball of heat and hunger.

Oh yeah, she wanted to be this man's prey in every way. She'd felt his brand of dominance and wanted more of it.

Next time, we go slowly. I want to explore every delicious inch of you.

How am I making you feel?"She considered the answer. "Like all my nerve endings are on fire. Like I want more, but I don't exactly know how to ask for what I want." She swallowed. "Or maybe I do.

Maybe you're worried that I won't seduce you?

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.

Because you speak to me in words, and I look at you with feelings.

How Do you spell relax?" I whispered, holding his head with my hands. I think the answer is f-u-c-k-m-e." He answered.

And before you ask, I don't ask what equipment my lovers have, merely if they want to play.

If only it were possible to grasp the moment when two people first become strangers to each other.

I tried to go out into my time and to know, but I couldn't get any farther than the body of the woman beside me.

My love will come will fling open her arms and fold me in them, will understand my fears, observe my changes. In from the pouring dark, from the pitch night without stopping to bang the taxi door she'll run upstairs through the decaying porch burning with love and love's happiness, she'll run dripping upstairs, she won't knock, will take my head in her hands, and when she drops her overcoat on a chair, it will slide to the floor in a blue heap.

What the self-styled modern artists are doing is a sort of unemotional pseudo-intellectual masturabtion … whereas creative art is more like intercourse, in which the artist must seduce -- render emotional -- his audience, each time.

I looked silently at her lips. All women are lips, nothing but lips. Some are pink, supple, round-a right, a tender shield against the whole world. And then these: A second ago they didn't exist, and now suddenly, made by a knife, the sweet blood still dripping...

Eu o s?rutam încet. S?rutam cuta aceea naiv?, plinu?? de la încheietura mâinii, ochii albaÈ™tri erau închiÈ™i, semiluna trandafirie începea s? înfloreasc? încet, s? se desfac? - È™i eu o s?rutam întreag?.

L?ncile genelor se dau la o parte, m? las? s? p?trund - È™i... Cum s? descriu ce face cu mine acest ritual str?vechi, stupid, minunat, când buzele ei le ating pe ale mele? Prin ce formul? s? exprim aceast? vijelie, care m?tur? totul din suflet, în afar? de ea? Da, da, din suflet - n-aveÈ›i decât s? râdeÈ›i, dac? vreÈ›i.