Quotes About Sensuality

He imagined that the people here would never die: they would simply evaporate into the carnal smoke of the music, their loins wrapped around each other, self and sorrow abandoned to the roar of lust.

Those pleasures so lightly called physical.

Food is just another form of pleasure. It's a sensual experience just like sex.

It was a fruit relationship, perhaps symbolizing sex.

And while my mind is telling me I'm flirting with her just to prove a point, my body wants to play "you show me your perky privates and I'll show you mine.

No, the next time i kiss you it'll last a long, long time. And then when we're done you're gonna realize being turned on is not about experience

And what do you want right now?" Right now I itch to heal his wounds and forget my own. He touches my cheek with the tips of his fingers. My breath hitches. "Do you want to kiss me, Alex?" I whisper. "Dios mio, I want to kiss you ... to taste your lips, your tongue." He gently traces my lips withthe tips of his fingers. "Do you want me to kiss you? Nobody else would know but the two of us.

Do I make you nervous?" His gaze travels from my eyes to my breasts and down to where my dress meets my thighs. "In that dress you do.

I've never seen anythin' sexier in my life, and she's not even naked yet.

No, la próxima vez que te bese durará un largo, largo tiempo. Y cuando lo hayamos hecho comprenderás que estar excitado no es sobre la experiencia.

Your turn." "Do you ever think about makin' love to me?" He slides off a sock before I even answer his question.

Do you ever think about makin' love to me?" He slides off a sock before I even answer his question. "Yes," she answers. "Do you think about making love with me?" I lie awake most nights, fantasizing about sleeping next to her…loving her. "Right now, muñeca , makin' love to you is the only thing on my mind.

You smell of cinnamon in spite of the mombins.' 'You smell of cinnamon too,' I'd murmur.

Libraries are sexual dream factories. The langour brings it on.

Erotic pleasure, derived from the most intimate physical contact, thrives on the paradox that only by keeping alive the strangeness of that other person can eroticism last.

He was an intense lover, and his zeal created in me a new sense of my own otherness. Sometimes after he was gone, I would examine myself naked in the mirror, and for an instant would imagine I saw what he saw - an enchanted body.

Love is impossible without bite marks.

If I paid ten dollars for a cigar, first I'd make love to it, then I'd smoke it.

Love isn't intellectual - it's visceral.

I love feeling the crispness of fall and the sensuality of spring.

It's time to make love, douse the glim; The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together Like birds of a feather, And the loin lies down with the limb.

the lonliest sound in the world is other people making love.

When I saw her I was in love with her. Everything turned over inside of me. She looked toward the door, saw there was no one, then she sat on the side of the bed and leaned over and kissed me.

All women love semi-rape. They love to be taken.It was his sweet brutality against my bruised body that made his act of love so piercingly wonderful.