Quotes About Intimacy

I kissed her every way I could think of. I kissed her forehead like she was my daughter. I kissed her quivering eyelids like she was my dead mother. I kissed her hard on her cheeks like you do before you kill someone. I kissed her collarbone the way you do when you want more. I pulled her earlobe with my teeth the way you do when you know what someone likes. I did everything, and she sat as pliable as a doll.

She and I have a connection. Today, the link is rusty, the current erratic, but there will always be something between us.

What was real was the dance of light in her eyes and the quick current of our blood.

None of this proposing via billboard or at halftime at the Rose Bowl. Marriage is between two people. There is no studio audience.

I find out the man is my Biological and he's standing there with his dick in his hand.

Then he surprised me by laying his head in my lap, reaching for my arms and closing them around himself like a blanket.

In my mind, I picture us at our same kitchen table, in our same comfortable house, passing quiet words of truth. Georgia, this is a love letter. Everything I do is a love letter addressed to you.

sometime that only thing that can cure a man is the inside of the woman, the right woman who does things the right way.

but in my marriage to Roy, I felt blessed in the old-fashioned sense, in the way that anyone would be in finding someone whose smell you enjoyed.

like that one time when Celestial happened upon a receipt for two pieces of lingerie, not just for the one I gave her for her birthday.

Tayari Jones

A paper clip could best the catch, but when a woman shuts you out, picking the lock won't let you back in.

Neither of us would ever enjoy the perfect peace of nothing. After the clock by the bed flashed midnight and Christmas was over, I felt my wife nibbling kisses across my shoulders. I smelled unhappiness on her breath, but she continued caressing me, saying my name in a mournful whisper.

I moved closer to her and wound my fingers in her thick hair. "We've always been together," she told me. "Not like this. But always." I nodded. "I want to be the only one you cook for." We laughed, a real laugh, a shared laugh. This is when our life changed. We came to each other with joy on our lips. What came next may not have been legally binding; there was no clergyman or witness. But it was ours.

Maybe that's what it means to be in love, to willingly be at the mercy of another person.

didn't have to tell him that I understood, because he knew that I did. There should be a word for this, the way it feels to steal something that's already yours.

How can you explain to a woman that you want to fuck her like a human being?

I hope that I would be considered romantic. I don't know... one of my favorite movies is 'The Notebook' so I guess that would be considered romantic. But I think being romantic is more than the flowers and the gifts. It's about connecting with the person and being able to talk and share things with her.

I have such trust complexes. I'm close to, like, two people.

I'm on my guard with the rest of world but with you I know it's no good.

I'm only me when I'm with you.

Your hands are tough but there mine belong in.

And I remember that fight, 2:30 a.m. As everything was slipping right out of our hands I ran out crying and you followed me out into the street Braced myself for the goodbye 'Cause that's all I've ever known Then you took me by surprise You said I'll never leave you alone

I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would: Drop everything now, meet me in the pourin' rain, Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain; Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile Hit me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down, Give me somethin' that'll haunt me when you're not around; Cause I see sparks fly whenever you . . . smile.