Quotes About Intimacy

Yet, when we talked, when we were together, she seemed so familiar. Seemed to know who I was, where I was coming from. She knew me better than I knew myself, I think. She was easy to be with. And I wanted to be with her, like all the time.

His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.

Oh sure. Because we always talk about deep down stuff.

She responds by kissing me harder and longer and deeper. She loves me too. She's just afraid.

Then he did a strange thing. He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my palm." "I died. That was like the sweetest thing.

He makes me feel all jiggly inside. STOP FEELING. Stop caring.

Confiança. Tudo isso tinha a ver com confiança. Você não tem nada, a menos que possa confiar na pessoa que ama.

Now the whole dizzying and delirious range of sexual possibilities has been boiled down to that one big, boring, bulimic word. RELATIONSHIP.

She let him know how much she liked what he was doing by scoring his back with her nails and crying out with pleasure. "Oh, God." "Nay, lass. Connor.

What are you doing?" "What I've wanted to do for a long time." She couldn't move, couldn't think. She was lost in his dark eyes, and as he slowly lowered his head toward hers, she whispered, "Are you going to throttle me, then?" He was laughing when he kissed her.

Someday, my love, you're going to understand just how much I care for you. You're my light, my warmth, my other half. I only feel alive when I'm with you. I love you." Caine

What if I have bad breath?' I asked. 'Chew on some gum,' she said. 'What if I can't find his tongue?' 'Back off on your tongue until you can feel his.' 'What if he throws up in my mouth?' 'Um, that would just be gross.

I've never felt as strong as I do when I'm with you. I need you more than I need the truth, more than I need my next breath.

He climbed into the bed behind her and spooned his body to hers, pulling the covers up over them both. "Sleep, sweetheart." Brushing her tangled hair off her face, he whispered a promise against her ear. "You're safe.

Dear Madame Morgenstern, As absurd as it sounds, I've been thinking of you since we parted. I want to take you into my arms, tell you a million things, ask you a million questions. I want to touch your throat and unbutton the pearl button at your neck

I never sexually 'let down' much with people—male or female. Perhaps because to me, as an only and over-loved child, I associated caresses with the threat of possession. And my yearning for love with vulnerability.

If there's a sexier sound on this planet than the person you're in love with cooing over the crepes you made for him, I don't know what it is.

I would like to confess things to her, to throw myself in her lap, to open the cage of my chest and show her the bones.

Es gibt einen warmherzigen und sanften Spott, der auf engster Vertrautheit beruht, einer, die man nicht einzugestehen hat - einen Spott, der aus nichts anderem besteht als dem Bedürfnis, ein Übermaß an Sympathie aufzulösen.

He would have told her - he would have said, it matters not if you are here or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.

When race and ethnicity become commodified as resources for pleasure, the culture of specific groups, as well as the bodies of individuals, can be seen as constituting an alternative playground where members of dominating races, genders, sexual practices affirm their power-over in intimate relations with the Other.

No estábamos enamorados, hacíamos el amor con un virtuosismo desapegado y crítico, pero después caíamos en silecios terribles y la espuma de los vasos de cerveza se iba poniendo como estopa, se entibiaba y contraía mientras nos mirábamos y sentíamos que eso era el tiempo...

All I have to do is to look at you to know that with you, I am going to soak my soul

Todo lo que yo quisiera de ti, son esas cosas cotidianas, el olor de tu cuerpo, saber lo que piensas de cualquier cosa, de ti, de mi, de nuestro entorno. Que mires más allá de mi apariencia física, que me recuerdes con pasión, y que el placer que juntos inventamos sea otro signo de la libertad.