Quotes About Sensuality

If anything she was a shade too plump, but she knew the ninety-seven ways of making love that the Hindus are supposed to set much store by?though mind you, it is all nonsense, for the seventy-fourth position turns out to be the same as the seventy-third, but with your fingers crossed.

Kissing don't last: cookery do !

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

Hands of gold are always cold, but a woman's hands are warm.

A man grows weary of having no lovers but his fingers.

Cersei wondered what it would feel like to kiss another woman. Not lightly on the cheek, as was common courtesy amongst ladies of high birth, but full upon the lips. Taena's lips were very full. She wondered what it would feel like to suckle on those breasts, to lay the Myrish woman on her back and push her legs apart and use her as a man would use her.

His manhood glistened wetly.

She loved the fine hairs on his chest. She loved the strength in his arms, the sound of his laughter, the way he would always look into her eyes and say her name.

She even smells like sin, like some exotic lotus.

She stood before him naked as her name day, and he was as hard as the rock around them.

Only then (nearly out the door, so to speak) did I realize how unspeakably beautiful all of this was, how precisely engineered for our pleasure, and saw that I was on the brink of squandering a wondrous gift, the gift of being allowed, every day, to wander this vast sensual paradise, this grand marketplace lovingly stocked with every sublime thing.

I've sometimes imagined that if sin had a flavor, it might very well be bacon.

Inevitably linked with the moment of climax, there is a minor rupture suggestive of death; and conversely the idea of death may play a part in setting sensuality in motion.

Eroticism is assenting to life even in death.

The sexual act is in time what the tiger is in space.

Is not piety itself passion, but passion ennobled, sanctified? The whole of the Catholic liturgy, with its scenery and props, of which every one is an inspired invention, is enough to satisfy those suffering the obscure torments of a conflict between the ideal and sensuality.

hung like a trembling curtain of black lace

Stolen kisses are always sweetest.

What a man enjoys about a woman's clothes are his fantasies of how she would look without them.

Today at the beach I could feel the men dressing me with their eyes.

Sir, when their backsides look good enough to slap, there's nothing more to do.

A painter who has the feel of breasts and buttocks is saved.

Hair is another name for sex.

An indecent mind is a perpetual feast.