Quotes About Intimacy

Even a happy marriage is a thing of slow growth; love helps to make imperceptible the imprisonment of a man

How little you know how you've kept my balance.

If the word love is never spoken, does it mean there isn't any love?

M/F, F/M, M/M, F/F / is what happens between us / is what separates us. We are all different sexes, though with only two brands of equipment. —The Kiss of X, Alive Contains a Lie

When a guy is into you, he let's you know it.

But what refuses to leave my mind is the image of Drew and Kate making love before the camera. Mia viewed that photograph with me and felt no embarrassment at all. On the contrary, she wants to experience the same intensity she saw there with me. More than that, she's telling me beforehand that I'll have no obligation to her. Evolutionary nirvana, Caitlin called it. God, was she right.

Albert didn't know how that skinny school teacher could take what Willie gave her. But that was another thing he'd learned over the years; the size of the woman on the outside didn't mean nothing. It was how much hunger she had on the inside that made her what she was between the sheets.

something new every time." The sound of forest insects comes from the phone. Then the screen lights up with the green sweep of my backyard. Even from the kitchen counter, I can see Jet's naked body sitting astride mine on the patio steamer chair. "That didn't come off Pornhub," Paul says. "That's the real deal.

A man needs someone to engage his deepest emotions, to relieve his drives, to soften his obsessions, to accept the gifts he feels compelled to give, and maybe most important, to simply be with him during the thousands of small moments that in aggregate compose a life.

She steps inside my proffered hand and draws me to her in a one-armed hug that lasts long enough for me to learn that she's been drinking gin without much tonic and that her breasts are not original architecture.

It's funny to love someone so much that it hurts.

the woman he alternately loved and tolerated.

I'm sitting on a barstool in her kitchen while she hovers over me. "Right," I tell Stacy. "One night. That's all.

Between people long-married there is a diplomacy of the eyes

Your wife, she like a doorknob, ever'body gets a turn.

Whatever you do, in the privacy of your own rain shower, is your own business

Nothing in the world is so soft and pleasing to the touch, as the skin of a woman's thigh. No flower, feather or fabric, can match that velvet whisper of flesh. No matter how unequal they may be in any other ways, all women, old and young, fat and thin, beautiful and ugly, have that perfection. It's a great part of the reason why men hunger to possess women, and so often convince themselves that they do possess them: the thigh, that touch.

Yes. You're a good listener. That's dangerous, because it's so hard to resist. Being listened to—really listened to—is the second-best thing in the world.

Heaped up on the blankets, our bodies bound by weariness and her deep slumber, surrounded by sickness and hope, death and defiance, I touched the soft surrendered curl of Karla's sleeping fingers to my lips, and I pledged my heart to her forever.

The statement I do not hate you is a poem of passionate love.

Men don't like to be that honest about love: to put the gun in a woman's hand, and hold it against their own hearts, and say, Here, this is how you kill me. But it was okay. It was okay.

He wanted to tell me that he is in love with me. Why did I stop him? Am I so ashamed that it might be true?

The sound of her voice and the sight of her face pulled all the air from my lungs, and set my heart thumping.

I looked into the sky that was her eyes.