Quotes About Sensuality

The woman who loves always smells good.

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

…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.

There's nothing more human than two people making love.

Ah, let us kiss each other's eyes,/And laugh our love away.

Love is not a theme. It's an atmosphere, a mood.

Making love to a fat woman sure is a treat, because I'm here to tell you that meat hold heat.

When I'm playing a part, I can feel all my body playing it; it's like really making love.

I love thee and thou art so lovely and so wonderful and so beautiful and it does such things to me to be with thee that I feel as though I wanted to die when I am loving thee.

His fingers have been slowly lacing through my hair.

it is a marvel that those red-roseleaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing.

As if you were on fire from within.The moon lives in the lining of your skin.

With you, intimacy colours my voice.even 'hello' sounds like 'come here'.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

It's when we kiss that I feel your blood within my veins and your heartbeat within my soul.

You played my heart as it was meant to be played, a little, then all at once.

Blake took her face in his hands. "You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My hands know just where to go.

I'll never forget the way he tastes. It's not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it feels, in that moment, absolutely right.

His hands may have been the one to heal you, but it will be mine that awaken you.

It's not so much where I want you, Sophie, as it is how. Nothing tastes quite like a woman, and no woman tastes like you. - Marc Hunter

It's just me throwing myself at you, romance as usual, us times us, not lust but moxibustion, a substance burning closeto the body as possiblewithout risk of immolation.

He pulled her close kissing her mouth taking her by surprise. He stepped back passion smoldering in his eyes. She looked at him touching her mouth where his kiss still burned.

I want to bask deeply in the taste of his blood, in that flowing crimson filled with his feelings melted in it...

My fingers are wet. I haven't even got passed your panties yet.