Quotes About Sensuality

That kiss was amazing. Our lips were meant to meet and do wicked things to each other.

We write "I love you" on the mouth by the kisses that touch it. (On écrit "je t'aime" sur bouche - Par les bisous qui la touchent.)

You look at me with them eyes of yers, an I look at yer lips... an all I can think about is what it'ud be like to kiss you.

A kiss is the sledgehammer that breaks the ice in you.

rest your eyes on my lips.

At least she recognizes a good love scene when she sees one.

I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say I love you I love you I love you while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.

Sometimes when you're standing in a crowd I feel those sultry dark eyes of yours stop on me. Are you too afraid to come up to me and let me know how you feel I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say "I love you I love you I love you" while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.

When Blair bites her lower lip she's eighteen again.

I want to moan and writhe with you and I want to go up to you and kiss your mouth and pull you to me and say 'I love you I love you I love you' while stripping. I want you so bad it stings.

I stare up the stars, intensely aware of his body a few inches from mine. If this isn't romance, I don't know what is.

I take his hand in mine, running my fingers over the palm. His hands are lovely and lean, and I can't help thinking about those hands on my body. The sexiest part of a man is his hands.

A stillness like that of music resting—or sex, after: what they call sadness, though it is not sadness.

You were a wonderful lover... Such a wonderful person to go to bed with, and I think mostly because you were really indifferent to it. Isn't that right? Never had any anxiety about it, did it naturally, easily, slowly, with absolute confidence and perfect calm, more like opening a door for a lady or seating her at a table than giving expression to any longing for her. Your indifference made you wonderful at lovemaking - strange? - but true...

Their gazes met. His eyes swept her in a velvet caress, uncertainty stamped on his features. The night loomed between them, as dark and impenetrable as his eyes. Rowena had to look away. She forced herself to remember how he had used his body and her need as weapons to weave a punishing net of pleasure.

For the first time, she understood why one deceptively simple act drove women to court ruin and men to risk everything. She understood why sonnets were written and duels were fought and lives were lost, all for the sake of the magic that was made when a man and woman came together, moving as one in the shadows of the night.

Kiss me, she told him impulsively. Right now. Like you mean it. Like you might not get another chance. He did so, on the mouth, a long kiss that caused Pinch, standing in the doorway, to gasp and mutter in dismay. She closed her eyes and leaned into the kiss. So sweet, so exciting.

Teasingly she took the apple from his mouth. Juice ran down his chin. Slowly, deliberately, she leaned over and licked the sweet juice from his chin. I will have to admit though, that I will never look at an apple in quite the same way.

Cara waggled a hand over the two of them. It works better with your clothes off. Richard frowned. His voice came as a hoarse croak. What? She seemed mystified by the question. I believe you will find such things work better without clothes. She put her hands to her hips. I thought you would know at least that much.

Come to me, my love. I want you very badly right now." He nodded and started to reach for the Agiel on the side table. Denna touched his wrist. "Tonight, I want you without the Agiel. Please? Teach me what it's like without the pain?

The really odd thing about human sex, though, was the way it went on even when people were fully clothed and sitting on opposite sides of a fire. It was in the things they said and did not say, the way they looked at one another and looked away.

I kiss her moving mouth, Her swart hilarious skin; She breaks my breath in half; She frolicks like a beast; And I dance round and round, A fond and foolish man, And see and suffer myself In another being, at last.

Eating something with someone is the second most sensual and intimate thing you can do in life. The experience can't just be about consumption.

The key to my collections is sensuality.