Quotes About Sensuality

Por ti sería carne sin alma para gozarte en una cópula que haría sonrojar de vergüenza y de espanto a la misma Venus.

when it comes to pleasuring women and conversing in the language of love, cunnilingus should be every man's native tongue.

Handsome boys fighting in not many clothes. Even better than handsome boys marrying.

The freefall sex? Grossly oversold. Everything moves in all the wrong ways. Things get away from you. You have to strap everything down to get purchase. It's more like mutual bondage.

Something about him made her watch him, his big hands held out to receive the falling drops, alms of heaven, catching them in his mouth, smiling as they streamed down his face, his chin, his cheeks. Her heart sent her one way. Her feet sent her another, splashing across the street to his side.

Oh baby, oh baby.

He then put both hands on the door on either side of my head and leaned in close, pinning me against it. I trembled like a downy rabbit caught in the clutches of a wolf. The wolf came closer. He bent his head and began nuzzling my cheek. The problem was…I wanted the wolf to devour me.

As a man, I instantly became aware of the gold in her hair, her height measured against mine, and how easily she'd fit in my arms. ~Ren

Why does everything so bad for you always taste so dreamy?

In The Touch, the love scenes are the same as they were in The Thorn Birds or anything else I've ever written. I find a way of saying that either it was heaven or hell but in a way that still leaves room for the reader to use their own imagination.

At last it had come, the day when I should become a hog! I tried out my teeth on the bark of trees; I contemplated my snout with delight. There was not remaining the least morsel of divinity. I was capable of raising my soul up to the excessive elevation of that ineffable sensuality.

When she first realized he was there watching her, she couldn't believe it was happening. There she was, bare as an egg, and his intense gaze made her lose the will to move. His stare had lingered at her breasts. She'd had to bite the inside of her cheeks to keep from covering her nipples with her hands to still the ache. And when his gaze traveled down her body, little flames seemed to lick her skin. When he smiled at her private parts, she caught fire completely.

She smelled faintly of heather and evergreen boughs. Scent was an extravagance. He wondered where she dabbed the fragrant oil. The thin skin of her wrists? The pulse point at her white throat? Or maybe in the sweet hollow between her breasts? Thinking about all of those soft, forbidden places made him feel rampantly, throbbingly male. He wanted to search out those tender spots, bury his nose in them, and lave them with his tongue.

It's time to make love, douse the glim; The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together Like birds of a feather, And the loin lies down with the limb.

Will other women possess you?" she asked breathlessly. He turned his cheek and rested it against hers as he started moving slowly inside her. "I have never been possessed . . . until now," he said in a deep voice. "You have entered my blood, and nothing I can do will wipe your memory away.

Vuelve a menudo y tómame, en la noche, cuando los labios y la piel recuerdan...

He was standing by the window, looking down, when I went in. Even the sight of his back, sloping a little at the top with the inclination of his head, did something to me. And anyone that can love a back, can love. ("Don't Wait Up For Me Tonight")

If a man doesn't know how to dance he doesn't know how to make love, there I said it!

Hotel rooms have an aphrodisiac quality.

Her lips tarried at mine. Baiting each other with the warmth of our breath, barely grazing, detouring, then connecting.

Would you mind taking off your shirt?

Tu sexo es un panal donde mil abejas laboriosas liban una miel que se me queda entre los dedos.

Descubrir a Dios entre las sábanas —no en el templo fariseo ni en la altiva mezquita— sábanas blancas sudario del amor que te cubría manto sagrado iniciar la bienaventurada ascensión de tu piel a la eternidad de tu vientre al círculo celestial sentir a Dios en tus húmedas cavidades en el grito vertiginoso de la jauría de tus vísceras

Fetiche tu cuerpo fetiches tus pechos fetiches de mi deseo tu lujuria tu clítoris tu vagina fetiche cebado tu bárbara matriz oscuro túnel de mi deseo fetiches tus nalgas, lunas paralelas fetiches tus labios blancos fetiche tu orgasmo desgajado