Quotes About Sensuality

You are ice and fire The touch of you burns my hands like snow

I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach.

I could make love with you until the mood decides to never glow again.

I want you. I want you under me and over me and around me. And you want.

The story was heavy in her hands, the book spread open like legs, the letters very small i spite of describing such a big moment

Her mouth connected with his. Everything inside her collapsed and was constructed, simultaneously.

Beauty is to recognize how full of Love you are. Sensuality is to let some of that Love shine through your body.

When you fondle meWith your feathery hands, Then…! I feelThe cabal's of fireflyCreep into my soul

His heart expanded until he was nothing but a heart. A giant pounding heart on two shaking legs walking over to her.

Her hand warmed from his touch and she hoped the cloud-covered moon hid her blush.

Come, let us speak with our bodies.Teach me how to please you.I am here to learn.Let us not waste this time.It is the hour of union.ComeAnd after you do, Come again.

Build my night with your cheeks.

He smoked a cigarette, standing in the dark and listening to her undress. She made sea sounds; something flapped like a sail; there was the creak of ropes; then he heard the wave-against-a-wharf smack of rubber on flesh. Her call for him to hurry was a sea-moan, and when he lay beside her, she heaved, tidal, moon-driven.

Thorn's reply to this involved a physically impossible sexual activity in conjunction with the edible but prickly fruit of a bromeliad.

Go then, a starveling girl With no perfume or pearls, Only your nudity O my beauty!

Fruit free of any bruises, not yet broken open, / With flesh so firm and smooth, it cried out to be eaten!

THE CAT Come, superb cat, to my amorous heart; Hold back the talons of your paws, Let me gaze into your beautiful eyes Of metal and agate. When my fingers leisurely caress you, Your head and your elastic back, And when my hand tingles with the pleasure Of feeling your electric body, In spirit I see my woman. Her gaze Like your own, amiable beast, Profound and cold, cuts and cleaves like a dart, And, from her head down to her feet, A subtle air, a dangerous perfume Floats about her dusky body.

Je préfère au constance, à l'opium, au nuits, L'élixir de ta bouche où l'amour se pavane ; Quand vers toi mes désirs partent en caravane, Tes yeux sont la citerne où boivent mes ennuis.

Charles Baudelaire

oh Lesbos, donde los besos lánguidos o alegres, ardientes como soles, frescos como sandías, son adorno de noches y días de gloria

Comme un flot grossi par la fonte Des glaciers grondants, Quand l'eau de ta bouche remonte Au bord de tes dents, Je crois boire un vin de Bohême, Amer et vainqueur, Un ciel liquide qui parsème D'étoiles mon coeur

Dear, you evoke white-veiled and lukewarm hours

Charles Baudelaire

To creep softly, like a coward, toward the treasures of your body, to whip your joyous flesh?