Quotes About Sensuality

Groaning, he gripped his fists in the wild stuff. "Contessa.God, Contessa." She straightened, changing the angle, changing the pleasure. She shook her hair back and undulated. She was a contessa.A princess.No,a queen.

herself she'd be picturing her grandparents making love or worse… She'd be picturing Bing. His mouth on her breasts and his hands

I think women are sensual, beautiful beings, and I feel empowered when I express myself sexually.

V is for vanity, every time I look at me I turn myself on, yeah

The female form is much more erotic than the male, who doesn't think that?

I don't think there is such a thing as being too raunchy when it comes to the art form of burlesque.

I definitely love women. They are more attractive to the naked eye.

Because I want every breath you take to be empty unless you're close enough to smell me. Every word you speak to be unimportant unless it's to me. Every sound you hear empty unless it's my voice. I want you to remember that whatever pleasure you have from now on, you'll have it from me. ~Rurik Wilder~

Evening by evening Among the Brookside rushes, Laura bow'd her head to hear, Lizzie veil'd her blushes: Crouching close together In the cooling weather, With clasping arms and cautioning lips, With tingling cheeks and fingertips. "lie close," Laura said, Pricking up her golden head: "We must not look at Goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: who knows upon the soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?" "Come buy," call the Goblins Hobbling down the glen

She kissed and kissed her with a hungry mouth.

Mjafton vetëm tu hedhësh nga një vështrim serioz dhe të ëmbël, katedralja e erotikës, para së cilës ata bien në gjunjë...

Mund të dashurosh edhe një trup dhe asgjë tjetër.

Writing is - at least for me - movement forward, the conquest of a body that I do not know at all, away from something to something that I do not yet know; I never know what will happen - and here 'happen' is not intended as plot resolution, in the sense of classical dramaturgy, but in the sense of a complicated and complex experiment that with given imaginary, spiritual, intellectual and sensual materials in interaction strives - on paper to boot! - towards incarnation.

THE CONFESSION OF AN INTERIOR MAN, LEADING TO HUMILITY Turning my gaze at myself and attentively observing the course of my interior life I am convinced, through experience, that I love neither God nor my neighbor, that I have no faith, and that I am full of pride and sensuality. This realization is the result of careful examination of my feelings and actions. I do not love God. For if I loved Him, then I would be constantly thinking of

I can feel the heat blossoms on your skin.

His voice in my ear. It did interesting things to me. It curved my back and parted my lips. I felt lazy and feline, and he wasn't even in the room.

A real writer has to be able to write about the body. They have to. It's where we live." So

A house of stone and glass and iron should be stark and sober, a watchtower from which a benevolent guard is kept on society. But the white stone of this particular house rippled as if reacting to a hand that had found its most pleasurable contact. A notable newspaper critic had described this effect as being that of "a pernicious sensuality." And if that wasn't enough, the entire construction blushed a truly disgraceful peachy-pink at sunset and dawn.

Sex appeal is the keynote of our civilization.

What we will criticize 'modern' eroticism for is its lack of genuine sensuality, a sensuality which implies beauty or charm, passion or modesty, power over the object of desire, and fulfilment.

To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle.

I want to undress you, vulgarize you a bit.

When she comes She pulls you close She breathes in short bursts Her eyes close Her head tilts back Her mouth opens slightly Her thighs turn to steel, and then melt She is perfect And you feel like you are everything.

She lit my soul and inhaled deeply Flicking my ashes occasionally.