Quotes About Intimacy

in this room the hours of love still make shadows.

and getting dressed we talk about what else there might be to do, but being together solves most of it, in fact, solves all of it

Gradually I came to realize that my understanding of women goes only as far as the pleasure is concerned.

and we are in bed together laughing and we don't care about anything.

The blankets had fallen off and I stared down at her white back, the shoulder blades sticking out as if they wanted to grow into wings, poke through that skin. Little blades. She was helpless.

Kissing is more intimate than fucking.

Generally, I decided, it was better to wait, if you had any feeling for the individual. If you hated her right off, it was better to fuck her right off; if you didn't, it was better to wait, then fuck her and hate her later on.

I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some sex and only a minor love.

You don't go on probably when love and guns are in hand.

You bitch, I whispered, I love you. Then I came.

I kept telling myself that all the women in the world weren´t whores, just mine.

They took all the joy out of fucking by talking about it all the time. I liked to fuck too, but it wasn't my religion.

I will always carry you, inside, outside, on my fingertips, and at brain edges.

She Speaks Of Love

I look at her and light goes all through me.

All we do is sleep, and eat and lay around and make love. We're like slugs. Slug-love, I call it.

The ass is the face of the soul of sex.

Love dries up, I thought as I walked back to the bathroom, even faster than sperm.

I got the sad sads and all I want to do is fuck you.

Let's just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little.

I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom mirror. she pulls her hair up and piles it on top of her head- she lets her eyes look at my eyes- then she drops her hair and lets it fall down in front of her face. we go to bed and I hold her speechlessly from the back my arm around her neck I touch her wrists and hands feel up to her elbows no further.

I could stay here, I thought, make money at the track while she nurses me over the bad moments, rubs oil on my body, cooks for me, talks to me, goes to bed with me. Of course, there would always be arguments. That is the nature of a woman. They like the mutual exchange of dirty laundry, a bit of screaming, a bit of dramatics. Then an exchange of vows.

Have you ever been in love?" "Love is for real people." "You sound real." "I dislike real people." "You dislike them?" "I hate them.

I've got the sad sads all I want to do is fuck you.