Quotes About Sensuality

I am not an intellectual, I write with my body. And what I write is a moist fog.

She knew what desire was — though she didn't know she knew. It was like this: she was starving but not for food, it was a kind of painful taste that rose from the pit of her stomach and made her nipples quiver and her arms empty without an embrace.

In no sense an intellectual, I write with my body. And what I write is like a dank haze. The words are sounds transfused with shadows that intersect unevenly, stalactites, woven lace, transposed organ music. I can scarcely invoke the words to describe this pattern, vibrant and rich, morbid and obscure, its counterpoint the deep bass of sorrow.

Às vezes sentava-me na rede, balançando-me com o livro aberto no colo, sem tocá-lo, em êxtase puríssimo. Não era mais uma menina com um livro: era uma mulher com o seu amante.

In no sense an intellectual, I write with my body.

What Angela writes can be read aloud: her words are voluptuous and give physical pleasure. I am geometric, Angela is a spiral, all finesse. She is intuitive, I am logical. She is not afraid to err in the use of words. And I do not err. I am well aware that she is the succulent grape and I am the raisin.

How could it be in that cavity-ridden body so much lasciviousness could fit, without her even knowing she had it.

The eroticism inherent in living things is scattered through the air, in the sea, in the plants, in us, scattered in the vehemence of my voice, I'm writing you with my voice...

She wanted the best oils and perfumes, wanted the best kind of life, wanted the most tender hopes, wanted the best delicate meats and also the heaviest ones to eat, wanted her flesh to break into spirt and her spirit to break into flesh, wanted those fine mixtures— everything that would secretly ready her for those first moments that would come.

I have a gift for passion, in the bonfire of a dry trunk I contort in the blaze.

Escucha superficialmente lo que digo y de la falta de sentido nacerá un sentido, como en mí nace inexplicablemente una vida alta y leve. La densa selva de palabras envuelve sólidamente lo que siento y vivo, y transforma todo lo que soy en algo mío que está fuera de mí. La naturaleza es envolvente; me cubre y es sexualmente viva, sólo estoy: viva. También estoy truculentamente viva, y lamo mi hocico como el tigre después de haber devorado el veneno.

A woman who doesn't wear perfume has no future.

A women who doesn't wear perfume has no future.

Minne, pâle comme une nuit de lune, se réchauffe, un peu blessée, à ce feu de couleurs, et parfois, toute nue au soleil, un miroir à la main, cherche en vain, à travers son corps mince, l'ombre plus noire de son squelette élégant.

elle ne pouvait pas comprendre que l'humeur sensuelle d'un homme est une saison brève, dont le retour incertain n'est jamais un recommencement.

Tu es comme l'odeur des roses (…) tu ôtes l'appétit.

Her stormy eyes, her sincere sensuality, the softness of her skin and her voice

He feels as if he is floating, and she is weighting him to earth; he would like to put his arms around her and his face in her apron, and rest there listening to her heartbeat. But he doesn't want to mess her up, get blood all down the front of her.

I remembered the young man with his broad white smile and his ashen hair streaked with gold; the basted perfection of his firm flesh, and the grace of his hand clasping mine. I slotted the notes back inside, slid my purse away, and wondered: which of my defects did he notice first?

When they are alone, she lets him unlace her bodice.' 'At least he doesn't call you to do it.' 'He pulls down her shift and kisses her breasts.' 'Good man if he can find them.

I tasted, sensed, wanted beauty.

Besides shooting out a big blank from your buttock, you can feel as if your root chakra leaked sweet hot mucus.

I wanted to wear her as you would a piece of clothing, to fold into her ribs, be a stone in her mouth.

Men jag, jag såg henne egentligen först nu. Nu först såg jag, att det stod en kvinna i mitt rum, en kvinna med hjärtat överfullt av lust och elände, en ung kvinnoblomma med doft av kärlek omkring sig och med blygselrodnad över att doften var så mäktig och stark. Jag kände att jag bleknade.