Quotes About Intimacy

Alyss had kissed him good-bye and then whispered a few private words in his ear.

Between skin and skin, there is only light.

Be with me, darling, early and late. Smash glasses— I will study wry music for your sake. For should your hands drop white and empty All the toys of the world would break.

But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.

He heard her in his heart - whispering from the mist

when I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears...

we've let go of so many things, but never each other's hand ...

I'm shy in person - so afraid to confess my love - I need a go-between - our mutual friend, the Moon...

come lie beside me again and understand - the others can show by actions, but I alone will immortalize you in words...

the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

you can't be intimate unless you're sensitive...

we use intimacy to refer to the physical when it really pertains to the spiritual ..

you trace a finger over my scar and uncloak me like a timid star...

I don't want what other men see in you- you the you I want is invisible but it is the part of you I really love...

yes, I am your priest, your magician, your lover - I make charms to incant your presence...

I wish I could tell the tale of your beauty as my rough hands caress your face...

I pluck every day from my sweater or chair, red hairs...strands of significance, traces of you in my life ...

the feelings that pass between us are deeper than fleshly touches...

in India ink your writing is lovely, but not as lovely as your hand - it is your hand - I know your hand - it fits so well in mine ...

Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you...

take off your sweater in the darkness and static flares as a tiny lightning storm - I am the same at the end of your fingertips ...

if it weren't for you, mornings wouldn't be so comforting - slippers wouldn't scrape through the rooms of my heart...

who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?

you became lost in the maze of me - forgive me Love, for keeping you close...