Quotes About Sensuality

I still want to kiss you. To feel the life in you seize on the life in me. Raw and fresh and new.

She leaned in, and kissed her Marid gently, sweetly. She tried to kiss him the way she'd always thought kisses would be. His lips tasted like the sea.

The tips of his fingers glistened with the lamb grease from my cheek. I brought them to my lips and licked them, slowly, one by one.

If women understand by emancipation the adoption of the masculine role then we are lost indeed. If women can supply no counterbalance to the blindness of male drive the aggressive society will run to its lunatic extremes at ever-escalating speed. Who will safeguard the despised animal faculties of compassion, empathy, innocence and sensuality?

We still make love to organs and not people.

Cultivating whatever gave pleasure to my senses was always the chief business of my life; I have never found any occupation more important. Feeling that I was born for the sex opposite mine, I have always loved it and done all that I could to make myself loved by it. I have also been extravagantly fond of good food and irresistibly drawn by anything which could excite curiosity.

Dinâmica dos excessos e amplificações, redobramento dos artifícios, preciosidade ostentatória, o vestuário de moda da testemunho de que já se está na era moderna da sedução, da estética da personalidade e da sensualidade.

A truly thoughtful lover would not attempt to arouse you with the subtlety of a chimp trying to dial a rotary phone.

Vestime de amor que estoy desnuda.

Te abrazo y corren las mandarinas; te beso y todas las uvas sueltan el vino oculto de su corazón sobre mi boca.

The flesh had infinity in it. I must know every inch by touch yet every inch renewed its mystery the instant my hand moved on. Delightful endless futility.

He loved the feel and smell of her palm and because he was one of those men who was always ultimately looking to dissolve himself into a woman.

A lovely young girl lies on a bed in the dark listening to a fairy tale," I said. "But she's naked and the storyteller's hands are all over her.

Creation sprawls like a dewed and willing maiden outside your window awaiting only the lechery of your senses...

I wish you had fucked her. Then you'd know. Then you'd know the sublime … Her asshole, for example. It's like a stern coquettish spoiled secretary working for Himmler—

all his strength gathered in his hips and chest and his arms wrapped around me and his breath jabbed soft and hot in my ear and a note of tenderness was there at the end like a lovely curlicue and I liked him because there was no disguising the honest male gladness that went from his body out to mine.

It's why people in sexual extremis say Oh, God . It's not a cry to the Divine, it's a recognition of their own divinity.

The difference between pornography and erotica is lighting.

For the love of God have mercy on my aching cock. I want you in bed." "That, sure lord, is where I want to be.

You're sexier than anybody, even with your cock in a bandage.

You are my favorite excuse to whip cream.

Hard, his hands on my shoulders; my head rocked with the force of his fury as he shook me. Ah, Elua, it was sweet! The violence of it was spark to tinder for me.

You are a veritable poet of desire

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