Quotes About Intimacy

Their hands, swinging, touched lightly now and then; their nearness was as natural as the June day.

In you there may persist some spark of what's everywhere else gone out: who knows why else I've loved you? Through love you've lit me – don't quarrel now with which way the fire blows.

he felt her knocking through him like another heart outside his own ribs.

She wanted his touch, wanted him to find that spot where her need left her begging and hungry. Anxious and half mad. And when he touched her, teased her open, slid his finger over the wetness and inside her, her hips arched up, welcoming his touch. "Oooh," she gasped, as his finger slid over her again, swirling in a circle and then pressing down right where it was the tightest and vibrating against her until she was nearly at her peak. "Please-

Everything is all right, When you're here, When you're right next to me, When my hand is in yours, Don't leave me, Don't leave me empty handed.

in cate feluri te iubesc pe tine?

She cried and he held her and he cried too. He didn't think that either could say what they were crying about, but it was something they needed to do, right now, together, and then, quite suddenly, they were laughing, hard, brash laughter that came up from someplace deep.

You fit well into the hollow of my shoulder

there is love at first sight - so the troubadours say - and there is the love that you take on piece by piece - like armouring yourself . . .' A thoughtful look crossed his face. 'Or perhaps like removing your armour. How many people would you allow within the space between your heart and your shield

I should have known it. You still have those chocolate-kiss eyes.

It was Nick's voice Nick's arms. He turned me on my back and swam with me, pulling me to the bank.

Si no fuera por ti, yo nunca habría sabido lo que es amar a alguien... Si no fuera por ti, nunca habría besado una boca tan dulce.

No podrías estar más cerca de mi corazón que ahora.

This is a passion story: my passion, his, ours — yours.

I must leave you, Claudia. 'Tis unlikely we will have another opportunity to speak alone again before tomorrow." His lips brushed against hers in a kiss so brief that it was over almost before she realized it began. "Do not kiss anyone else until then. I want you to save your kisses for me.

I learned a new phrase today while you were away." She turned in his arms and then placed her hand on his chest. Her gaze lowered, suddenly shy. "Mi sei mancato molto." (I missed you so much) Sometimes it was acceptable for comfort and need to collide. He leaned down and kissed her, a kiss to seal his promises, a kiss that meant they were going to miss their evening meal.

I like to touch you," Claudia said, in her soft, sultry voice. "There are times when I want so badly to touch you that it hurts not to." She lifted one hand to his face and brushed her fingertips along his cheek.

She wanted a smile that was meant only for her.

The thing is, when you're with someone like Poppu - someone who sees straight through your battered facade and loves every bit of you, someone who makes you laugh until you pee your pants, someone who grabs you in a hug exactly when you need it - you don't crave any kind of approval from strangers. You don't need to "matter" in the world, because you already matter to the only person who counts.

Nobody until very recently would have thought that their husband was supposed to be their best friend, confidante, intellectual soul mate, co-parent, inspiration.

To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.

He was her mate, her fairy lover, her perfect complement. She could not analyze her feelings but she knew that she loved him with her whole heart and soul and would until she died.

The Abbé was no believer in too much intimacy. Human beings, precariously making their souls, could not press in too closely upon each other without damage, he thought. The instinct for fusion was one of those immortal longings whose complete satisfaction was not for this life.

These were the best moments of marriage, these times when the surface irritations fell away and each gave to the other what the other needed.