Quotes About Sensuality

You're wearing the fuck-me look, he drawled. And that would be because you're so extremely fuckable, I shot back. Waking up to you is like...presents on Christmas morning. His mouth curved. For your convenience, I'm already unwrapped. Batteries not required.

If they substituted the word 'Lust' for 'Love' in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth.

I, to you, am lost in the gorgeous errors of flesh.

Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses.

White Godiva, I unpeel -- Dead hands, dead stringencies.

If they substituted the word "Lust" for "Love" in the popular songs it would come nearer the truth. –

I am part man, and I notice women's breasts and thighs with the calculation of a man choosing a mistress ... but that is the artist and the analytical attitude toward the female body ... for I am more a woman; even as I long for full breasts and a beautiful body, so do I abhor the sensuousness which they bring ... I desire the things which will destroy me in the end...

Woman is but an engine of ecstacy, a mimic of the earth from the ends of her curled hair to her red-lacquered nails

The beer tastes good to my throat, cold and bitter, and the three boys and the beer and the queer freeness of the situation make me feel like laughing forever. So I laugh, and my lipstick leaves a red stain like a bloody crescent moon on the top of the beer can. I am looking very healthy and flushed and bright eyed, having both a good tan and a rather excellent fever.

Uncorsetted, her friendly bust Gives promise of pneumatic bliss.

I decided that if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments of the afternoon might be collected, and I concentrated my attention with careful subtlety to this end.

Curse him for being all tight muscle, with ivory skin and a mouth as soft as a rose petals. Curse him for having hair as fair as the sun, and eyes as black as night. Curse him for having the grace of a cat and deft, cool hands.

Oscar) Wilde is surely one of the most erotic writers who ever lived.

Explicit sin was sweeter than mere carnality.

The dark mouthed Cyrion. It licked him, rolled him around on its tongue. The lit taper was just a garnish to its palate, it liked the light with Cyrion, as a man might like salt with his meat.

Barely dampered by virginity or unpractice, their bodies seemed to know each other as their souls had seemed to.

She gripped his arm, pressing her claws into the naked flawless skin and the firm muscle beneath.

He should probably make love to her.

Hawkins's plan to be more careful was starting to include things like carefully brushing her off, and carefully take her home, where he could carefully kiss her mouth and carefully take her clothes off.

She'd never known a man whose initial move was to undress the woman he wanted.

But red Was what you wrapped around you. Blood red.

That night was nothing but getting to know how smooth your body is. The memory of it goes through me like brandy.

But here there was only hot swing music and liquor, dance halls, ban, and movies, and sex that hung in the gloom like a chandelier and flooded the world with brief, deceptive rainbows.

Soon, her fingers dug into the flesh at the small of his back and she bucked wildly beneath him and cried out into the night, arching her back, throbbing and flexing around his burning, blissful erection. He plunged down hard, crushing her soft form beneath him as she continued to climax;