Quotes About Sensuality

An ordinary miracle, your body changing under my hands. And yet, how to believe in the obvious surprise? Extraordinary, unlikely that you should want me.

What other places are there in the world than those discovered on a lover's body?

I like such kisses. They fill the mouth and leave the body free. To kiss well one must kiss solely. No groping hands or stammering hearts. The lips and the lips alone are the pleasure. Passion is sweeter split strand by strand. Divided and re-divided like mercury then gathered up only at the last moment.

I see the insipid flesh blossoming and palpitating with abandon.

He raised himself on his hands and looked at Irene's face: the nudity of that feminine body had risen into her face, the body had reabsorbed it, as nature reabsorbs forsaken gardens.

Sensuality takes planning and work.

I love the way you work out," I whisper. "I love the way you work me.

My work is very bodily. It's not a shell, but a body.

I think that I make chords when I paint, so I think you would be listening to the cello. It's deep, and it's resonant. A lot of people have compared me to Brahms - that slightly melancholic sensuality that's highly structured. Well, that describes my work right there.

For me, electronic music is like cooking: it's a sensual organic activity where you can mix ingredients.

'Sex' is as important as eating or drinking and we ought to allow the one appetite to be satisfied with as little restraint or false modesty as the other.

I think we're maturing as women, our music isn't going to be bubblegum forever, it is getting a bit more sexy.

I like to feel blonde all over.

Hoe zou ik nog een stijve krijgen naast zo'n bodemloze kut waar meer vreemde leuters in verdwijnen dan drollen in een riool?

Maybe you've had skin next to your skin, but when was the last time you let yourself be touched?

Drop-dead freshly fucked gorgeous.

Carol Doda's Breasts are up there the way one imagines Electra's should have been, two incredible mammiform protrusions, no mere pliable mass of feminine tissues and fats there but living arterial sculpture––viscera spigot––great blown-up aureate morning glories.

Bliss, I learned from being sodomized, is an experience of eternity in a moment of real time.

Gimme peace, love, and a hard cock!

Sometimes I breathe you in and I know you know.

Sometimes, when I'm alone, I put on six inch heels and wear nothing else and dance around in front of the mirror and do my little stripper dance.

I always want to write erotic music... Not only about the love between men and women, but in a much more universal sense - about the sensuality of the mechanism of the universe... about life.

Lowering his arm again, he gazed at her through the darkness and caught the subtle shimmer of her red hair, visible even in the low light. Reaching out, he gathered up a waist-length strand and rubbed the silky ends between his fingers in a slow, measuring glide. Without giving himself time to think, he raised the tress to his nose and inhaled, closing his eyes as Grace's sweet rose-and-honey scent flooded his senses.

Jack kissed her long and deep, with a driving need that radiated all the way to his bones. Pausing, he took an extra moment to breathe in the honeyed fragrance of her skin, to taste the sweet flavor of her tongue as it slid like hot, damp silk against his own. He shuddered from the pleasure, relishing the sensations as though they were manna from heaven.