Quotes About Sensuality

Gideon was an untamed animal behind closed doors, a lover who bared me to the soul every time he made love to me.

We set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to us.

I love it when a woman is wearing Red Lipstick, and her hair is combed back, so sensual and confident.

It warms the blood, adds luster to the eyes, and wine and love have ever been allies.

I didn't care about anything except her and the way touching her drove me wild, even as her calm and steady presence soothed the storms that raged within me.

You don't want to get me started about apple martinis and the affect they have on my lovemaking. I might just throw you down and make some love to you right here and now.

Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even when they're not.

She makes love just like a woman.

Love is a taste for prostitution. In fact, there is no noble pleasure that cannot be reduced to Prostitution.

Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.

Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.

No Romeo-and-Juliet acts, no nonsense about Love with a large L, none of that popular song claptrap with its skies of blue, dreams come true, heaven with you. Just sensuality for its own sake.

Love-making is an art which must be studied.

To us and a wonderful evening of love making.

Erotic love is one of the highest forms of contemplation.

Making love to a woman is like buying real estate: location, location, location.

Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she'd never even suspected that it could feel this way.

The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.

I could lose myself forever in that dark hair and those sweet love handles.

True love is really animal.

Harriet van Horne He makes love to me expertly, mechanically, coldly... He's pressing all my buttons, as if I were a pocket calculator.

I spit honey out of my mouth: nothing is second-best after the sweet of Eros.

Love knows nothing of modesty.

After we made love he took a piece of chalk and made an outline of my body.