Quotes About Intimacy

Martha'n?n akci?erlerinde uyumak, onun kan?n? solumak ve avutulmak istiyordu.

Some days I can go nearly an hour without thinking of the taste of your mouth.

I remember holding you against the sink, with the sun soaking the window, the soft call of your hips, and the intricate flickers of thought chiming your eyes. Your mouth, like a Saturday.

each other for a whole month; and we

I can't protect you without holding a sword. I can't embrace you while holding a sword.

Will you count with me My teeth marks On you

Don't put your finger In my heart

She'd laugh at odd times as we talked and this flustered me pleasantly and made me laugh too, as if we both understood something we couldn't say.

I was a sitting duck myself, and Arthur had a map of my nerves.

keeps him in her

Love has traditionally been the domain of poets, artists, and philosophers, but in the last 50 years the terrain of relationships has increasingly been mapped by psychologists.

It's not Adventureland, but you write some poems, the leaves move, and you get laid sometimes. Tom Drury's Pierre Hunter on life.

Sex for idlers should be messy, drunken, bawdy, lazy. It should be wicked, wanton and lewd, dirty to the point where it is embarrassing to look at one another in the morning.

Next time she'd have to ask him to keep the light on while he did it, so she could watch his face. That was the best part of the whole thing as far as she was concerned, the way a guy's face contorted so violently and then relaxed, as if some terrible mystery had just been solved.

There was no dignified way to answer a question about your underwear.

But it wasn't really about her looks; there was just this current running between us, a really strong connection. Her absence always felt abrupt and unfair when we parted at the end of the day, like someone had unplugged the radio in the middle of a good song. (Page 37)

If we'd been on speaking terms, I might've told her that I'd come to think of sex as this long dark tunnel that turns friends into strangers, strangers into friends.

Done properly, she said, cunnilingus and fellatio should be more pleasant, and a lot cleaner, than kissing a toilet seat. I hope that answers your question.

I'd come to think of sex as this long dark tunnel that turns friends into strangers, strangers into friends.

him reverse cowgirl-style

But do we know how to make love stay?' I can't even think about it. The best I can do is play it day by day.

he glanced over his shoulder at her, regarding her, as he often did before they made love, as if she were a lost continent about to be rediscovered.

The only question is how to make love stay.

Who knows how to make love stay? Tell love you are going to the Junior's Deli on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn to pick up a cheesecake, and if love stays, it can have half.