Quotes About Sensuality

I don't have poetry like you do. I only know that I love how my sheets smell after you've been in my bed.

You still smell like the best thing I've ever tasted.

Panties can go. I like the socks, though." Ever so slowly, she pulled one tie and then the other and tugged until the panties fell from her body. "Seeing you naked is like being really hungry when you go grocery shopping. I want to rush and devour every inch of your body even when I know I'd be better off going slowly." "You're really good at this stuff." "Advance warning, a lot of this stuff goes into lyrics.

I love you as only a lover can. Less depressed, less obsessed, I am better than ever able to love your hair, which has blond lights in it, and your remarkable eyes, the blue of my Nana's chipped china. I love the smell of your skin, impossible to describe except to say it's a confluence of many pungent things, and I love your chest with the disks of your nipples, and your thighs striated with sweat, and your back and your breath while you are above me.

Teens could pay attention to nothing but the sexuality billowing off each other like steam.

But she herself had never felt that way about anyone, not as a teenager, not in art school, not since. It occurred to her that except for her brother, when they were children, she'd never seen a man naked. More than that: she'd never touched anyone and felt that warmth, that electric tension at the nearness of someone else. The only thing that had given her that feeling had been art—and then, of course, Pearl.

everything was saturated with sex; everywhere it oozed out, like dirty honey.

Living in a sexpally environment is a tool to evergreen happiness.

Eric was holding my hands, and I was digging my nails into him like we were doing something else. He won't mind, I though, as I realized I'd drawn blood. And sure enough, he didn't. "Let go," he advised me, and I loosened my grip on his hands. "No, not of me," he said smiling. "You can hold on to me as long as you want.

Intimacy" Even in the dark I think of you— That these shadows have made me long for your touch. Might that I wrap myself in the soft, white blanket of your skin, your words tumbling tenderly into my ear. And yet as I pause to consider the gentleness within your voice I realize it is only the sound of my heart—trembling To be next to you.

Apricot in Red Wine" for Alicia She lay wrapped in a soft-white blanket, imagining how warm it would be–her back against his chest, their bodies curved around each other. She has this addicting idea that his thumbs will fit perfectly into the groove of her hips–his breath on her neck. Leading him by the hand to her bedroom, she silently lets him undress her, promising to be quiet, to be quiet enough that no one will hear Her naked soul

These beings have no other profession than to cultivate the idea of beauty in their person, to satisfy their passions, to feel and to think.

Making love to him was like going through a car wash, except you came out dirtier and more alive at the other end.

You fall in love with someone not because he's nice to you or can read your mind but because, when he kisses you, your knees weaken, or because you can't stop looking at his skin or at the way his legs, inside his jeans, shape the fabric.

and behind them the quivering mucosity of her tongue.

A woman has to have something on or there's nothing to take off.

Eliza sitting naked on a pink towel. So beautiful I could die. Concentrating, all focused in on her sketchbook, but aw, god ...her tail. Her cute little tail moving slowly back and forth, making a fan shape in the dirt. She's the one. She really is. I know that now.

Caresses are a wind blowing from within. (Les caresses sont un vent - Qui souffle du dedans.)

Cigarette kisses the flame. But the mouth kisses the woman. (Cigarette embrasse la flamme. - Mais la bouche embrasse la femme.)

The eyes have undressed things that hands have dressed.

The petals of their lips don't have the thorn of bodies. (Les pétales de leur lèvres N'ont pas l'épine des corps)

The water caresses in the glass, like love in the body. (L'eau caresse dans le verre, Comme l'amour dans le corps)

We speak by the mouth ; lovers by the lips. (Nous parlons par la bouche ; Amoureux par les lèvres)

Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward, that I thought were silent for ever. I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.