Quotes About Intimacy

Prayer is talking to God about all kinds of things. You would never expect to have a good relationship with a human being if you never spoke to that person or took time to listen to him or her, would you? Then why would you think you could enjoy a growing relationship with God if you never spoke or listened to Him?

The only thing that truly satisfies the longing within is to know God more intimately today than we did yesterday.

Forever... he murmured against her. I'll hold you down... ~ Trez 'The Shadows' Page 366

My scent's all over you. It's inside of you. That's how my people will know who your mate is. It's also a warning.

Rhage! She laughed some more. You brought me out here just to- He started kissing her mouth and putting his hands around her waist. Outcome Engineer. You knew it when you mated me ~ Rhage & Mary 'The Shadows' Page 446

Come here, female. I mention lately how sexy your brain is.

they talked of intentions and projects, convinced, as only new lovers can be, that saying what you wanted was the same as saying who you are.

Me gustas más en las noches, cuando estamos los dos en la misma almohada, bajo las sábanas, en la oscuridad

Dice que ella escondía sus pies entre las piernas de él. Sus pies helados como piedras frías y que allí se calentaban como en un horno donde se dora el pan. Dice que él le mordía los pies diciéndole que eran como pan dorado en el horno.

Que dormía, acurrucada, metiéndose dentro de él, perdida en la nada al sentir que se quebraba su carne, que se abría como un surco abierto por un clavo ardoroso, luego tibio, luego dulce dando golpes duros contra su carne blanda; sumiéndose más, hasta el gemido.

Ni siquiera le robé el espacio a la tierra... me enterraron en tu misma sepultura y cupe muy bien en el hueco de tus brazos. Aquí en este rincón donde me tienes ahora.

I am speaking of something deeper. I am speaking of everything a being can give another. This is what I offer you. I offer myself.

Amy looked up at him. Their faces were very close. She remembered when those dark expressive eyes would make her quiver inside, when being this close would make her blush and stammer. Not anymore, though.

You never know who anybody is. Even the people closest to you.

Why the hell didn't we just stay friends? That felt reasonably good. We had fun. I could tell him anything. Of course, he never told me very much about himself, but it didn't matter as much then. Now look at us. Throw some sex into the mix and it's like putting too much yeast in bread. It's all very fizzy and light and wonderful, but then is rises too high and can't support it's own weight and the whole thing falls flat.

Let's face it. We're undone by each other. And if we're not, we're missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. It may be that one wants to, or does, but it may also be that despite one's best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, be the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel.

If I ever think you are even considering leaving me again, no matter how good you reasons, I'll have you locked in your rooms and the doors barricaded, so help me God. He lifted her foot and began to dry it. Her voice shaking, Whitney asked, Will you stay locked in there with me? He raised her dainty foot to his jaw and tenderly laid his cheek against it, then turned his head and kissed it. Yes, he whispered. -Clayton Westmoreland

Feeling a little foolish over her confidences, Elizabeth glanced up at him with an embarrassed smile. "What is the most beautiful place you've ever seen?" Dragging his gaze from the beauty of the gardens, Ian looked down at the beauty beside him. "Any place," he said huskily, "where you are.

Looking at you has been my favorite pastime from the moment you asked me to describe your face, he said solemnly, looking straight into her eyes.

His gaze held hers, and his voice was tender and rough. "Love me, Elizabeth." Elizabeth felt a tremor run through her entire body, but she looked at him without flinching. "I do.

she kissed him with all the aching longing that being this close to him evoked; she kissed him in all the ways he had ever kissed her, feeling faint with joy when he began to kiss her back, his mouth moving with fierce tenderness, then opening with fiery demand over hers, until their breaths were mingled gasps, and they were straining to one another.

Elizabeth, if you want to be kissed, all you have to do is put your lips on mine.

Why is it," Royce murmured, gazing into her intoxicating eyes, "that every time you surrender willingly, like this, you make me feel like a king who has conquered. Yet when I conquer you against your will, you make me feel like a defeated beggar?

What's your favorite sport, Zack? Zack tipped her chin up. My favorite sport, he said in an aching, husky voice he scarcely recognized as his own, is making love to you. Her eyes darkened with a love she wasn't trying to conceal from him anymore. What's your favorite food? she asked shakily. In answer, Zack bent his head and touched her lips in a soft kiss. You are.