Quotes About Sensuality

Let me kiss you and take your breath away, we'll worry about resuscitating you later.

Your heart beats between the palm of my hand.Its need to beOne with meDripsBetween my fingertipsAs I squeeze perfect drops of love into small receptacles to be preserved...For later. ??

I know not what it is about you that makes me go crazy but I do know that the fragrance of your skin is more sublime than that of all the perfumes of this world!

We almost made love with fire, fire in our eyes, fire in our souls, and even in our bones.

Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.

Why is your skin the best feeling in the world?

I have hunger for your mouth, for your voice, for your hair

Oh invade me with your scalding mouth, search me if you like, with your nocturnal eyes, but allow me to sail and sleep upon your name.

your gazeacrossmy cheeksturned theminto strawberry fields.

I barely brushed towards her cheek as I moved towards her mouth, her nails tickled my chest, driving me insane. Kissing her became my single reason for breathing.

Her touch is like doing simple mathWhen she sleeps in the bed, subtracting clothesThere is a red ink, like a sparkling red wine, adding colorsDividing body, remembering gods, without multiplying

Your love is not really love until you waste it, a kiss is never a kiss until you taste it..

If I were born a woman, my clothes would be for any man with rough hands to tear down and my body to be made love to by any heart lost enough to love

Well sue me for staring. I'd be willing to scrub away my shame on his washboard abs.

Skinny-dipping is like Paris. It's always a good idea.

Making love is not necessary to make love.

Love and being in love are not the same thing. The woman takes the man she loves into her body and absorbs his oils and essence. A part of him enters her and becomes a part of her.

I don't love dolls. I love women. I love their bodies.

Making love is, simply put, poetry in motion.

For a short burst of time, we completely belong to each other, absorbed by the needs of our physicality, glued together by the passion of our lips.

...but he tightened his grip so he could kiss my mangled middle finger. Yes, yes, I know. He put his mouth on a part of my body. I'm surprised I'm still conscious enough to talk about it.

I cannot perceive that you're still a girl. Ur kisses don't seem so innocent. They just drive me crazy!" #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion

I want to forget myself in you..." #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion

And I'm trying to stay strong. I really, really am. But he smells so damn good, and his lips are just right there. All soft and inviting… and all I can think about is having them on my body.