Quotes About Intimacy

If only I could spend all my days surrounded by people brave enough to open their hearts for real.

because being with you makes perfect sense

Blake took her face in his hands. "You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My hands know just where to go.

If you were mine, I'd never leave you, Prudence. I couldn't.

True love is finding your soulmate in your best friend

I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it feels, in that moment, absolutely right.

It's b******* to think of friendship and romance being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variatons of the same desire to be close.

Beh reaches up and touches my cheek."Love, " she whispers."Luffs!" I respond, and her smile brightens even more.Without a doubt, I will do anything for her.

I'll be your friend in daylight. I'll treat you as a comrade in every gas-lit ballroom. But alone, under moonlight, I'll not pretend that I want you for anything but mine.

one transcendent kissthat later makes lovers takesoft breaths, holding hands

My words are the kisses but many of the times they don't taste so good as the touch of your lips does to mine.

She sniffled. "Does he know?""Not a clue, " Law said. "There are concrete bricks less dense than my beloved.

I didn't want to cry in front of you."He wiped away the tears with the pad of his thumb. in front of me.

Lie beside me, oh my beloved! For thy thorns are more pleasurable than the petals of the world.Hold me in thy arms of hope, for the truth of separation can rest tonight.

The morning will come In the press of every kiss, With your head upon my chest Where I will annoy you With every waking breath Until you decide to wake up.

You make the rest of the beautiful things in the world cry for even trying at all. You make it hard for me to breathe.

It's not so much where I want you, Sophie, as it is how. Nothing tastes quite like a woman, and no woman tastes like you. - Marc Hunter

I love you too, Will Blakelee, " she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again.

Love is not about lovers.

Will you love me enough?

It's just me throwing myself at you, romance as usual, us times us, not lust but moxibustion, a substance burning closeto the body as possiblewithout risk of immolation.

Strano come certi ridicoli rituali appaiano perfettamente sensati quando si è innamorati.

Gradually, we have become each other's weather.

Love and be loved. Settle for no less. Ask for no more.