Quotes About Intimacy

After his kisses and hugs it feels like without them my body will fall apart into pieces.

If death is your lover, you don't got to be afraid ever that he will ever leave you

He kissed her. A kiss about apple pie a la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. A kiss about chocolate, when you haven't eaten chocolate in a year. A kiss about palm trees speeding by, trailing pink clouds when you drive down the Strip sizzling with champagne. A kiss about spotlights fanning the sky and the swollen sea spilling like tears all over your legs.

It seems impossible that you can love one person so much, no matter what happens, no matter what they do.

The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leathery covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes. You had caught my leaping heart in your hands like a fish.

He smells like night-blooming flowers Crushed, juicy petals on the pillows His voice is full of ocean Humming like the surf He kneels before me like I am his goddess He is a god

It felt like they were telling each other secrets. Everything they said felt like that—whispered, tender, full of other meanings, like when you tell someone a dream or talk about your astrological signs as code for all the things you love about each other.

He said, You're so tiny, like a doll, you look like you might break. I wanted him to break me. Part of me did.

In order to have bliss you have to be able to accept all the parts of the other, all the wildness and the darkness. You have to be able to hold on.

It was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out.

There's nowhere to escape," Dobey said, jamming his hands into his pockets and staring into the Valley. That's not true, baby," said Desiree. She took his hands and pulled him to her, wrapping her legs around his torso. She could feel the sobs in both of them, but quiet, silenced by the kiss. They could escape inside each other.

What did it mean for us? Because everything I did, everything that happened to me, that was what I asked myself - what does this mean for us. It meant that I was farther away from you, different. It meant that if we let ourselves, we could get closer than we had ever been. Disappear into each other. You'd bleed and I wouldn't. Then we both would.

Baby, I love you. Pen... More then I love the color black. More than I love cigarettes, more than I love books. Even music. More than food. More than art or stories. More than words...

One of the best things about sex with a Banshee, however, is that she will make her needs known freely.

He slid his hands around behind me and placed his fingers on my shoulder blades, touching the bones reverently, as if he had discovered wings.

And when it is over he will say, Come live with me above the palm trees, eat chocolate eggs in hotel-room bathrooms, dance like we are making love, make love like we are dancing.

His voice reminded me of poetry and sex.

It meant that if we let ourselves, we could get closer than we had ever been. Disappear into each other. You'd bleed and I wouldn't. Then we both would.

I cannot have a sufficiency of books. Indeed, I have more than I should... Books give utter delight: they talk with us... and are bound to us by lively and witty intimacy, and do not just insinuate themselves alone on their readers but present the names of others, and each one creates a longing for another.

herself to his side. He couldn't believe it. She was really his for the taking.

Dr. Edwards's hands were cupping her face, forcing her to look up.

He loved her in a way he'd never come close to loving anything before.

A woman would have to be crazy to marry, or even have sex with, a man who would prosecute every lover's quarrel like a criminal case

is starting to happen between the two teenagers: "It gave me a queer feeling each time I looked into his deep blue eyes, and he sat there with that mysterious laugh playing round his lips…and with my whole heart I almost beseeched him: oh, tell me, what is going on inside you, oh, can't you look beyond this ridiculous chatter?