Quotes About Sensuality

where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading

He lowered his head toward her, so she could feel his breath warm against her skin, their mouths only inches apart. "You're panting for it, aren't you, Princess?" he murmured.

I lean forward to press my lips to his, letting him have me in a way that only he can.

I have a dark and sexy side, and I sometimes have a feminine, elegant side.

I will die kissing your mad cold mouth, embracing the lost bouquet of your body, and searching for the light of your closed eyes

I feel alive when you kiss me.

He was so close to her then that they owned every molecule of air in the tiny room and the air grew heavy with their desire and worked to move them together.

We'll have all night for slow and sweet, " she said softly. "But right now, I really want that hard and fast you mentioned earlier.

Stop talking, " she said boldly as she closed the distance between them until they were touching. "We can walk to the bedroom or you can carry me but if you don't decide soon I may just go insane.

Leave the hush to those who love like apes because together, you and I make vulgar sounds like a fervent sojourn in paradise.

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Pina colada kisses and cocaine nipsnever lie, swear to me that this feeling is real.

if I finally do catch you and put my mouth to yours you will taste that summer.

You make me come alive- too alive. It's breathless, like a disaster. Ravishing, like crossing over into the desert and losing your bearings. Nothing's the same again.

Those things that take my breath away become the ocean-complex and deep-and I'm prone to drowning in beautiful things. Like you.

I walked in and saw you dancing. I haven't caught my breath since.

Every Time your lips touch mine the spark ignites anew, my want for more of you...

His closeness makes my heart beat faster, my skin tingle, my body want things it doesn't even know.

And I swear, she tasted like the sun.

He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft, and more like home every time

To feel your arms around me...to feel your breath on my neck...is pleasure in itself. It is home.

The kiss wove between gentle and frenzied, liquid and greedy, silken and primal, and he sucked every second of bliss he could from the forbidden pleasure.

...I just don't see anything ever happening in this life that could make me not want you all over my skin

I wonder if she's infatuated enough to let me lock her in a box with me on a cool fall day and make love like America depends on us.