Quotes About Sensuality

If a man has to make a woman the center of his love, then why does he have to enter animality into it?...Can love not be complete without it?...Is love just the name of physical excercize?

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin .. it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring

Touch your lips just so I know in your eyes, love, it glows so I'm bare boned and crazy for you when you come crash into me, baby and I come into you...

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth - for your love is more delightful than wine

Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.

Cooking is like making love, you do it well, or you do not do it at all.

I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it.

If I could be anything in the world I would want to be a teardrop because I would be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.

Love is the exchange of two fantasies and the contact of two skins.

The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.

Lust is what keeps you wanting to do it even when you have no desire to be with each other. Love is what makes you want to be with each other even when you have no desire to do it.

Sex is the tabasco sauce which an adolescent national palate sprinkles on every course in the menu.

My head spun, but in a way that wanted to sink into, to drown in the warmth of it. I was falling into a vast dark sky and I didn't care. I wanted to disappear into it. I wanted more. Our tongues explored, soft, warm, and then he pulled away, his eyes searching mine, wondering, asking. Should he stop? No, I thought. No. Don't stop. His gaze held, waiting, as if he needed to hear me say it aloud.

I didn't think about his world or mine or the future we couldn't have. I only thought about the warm light behind my eyelids, his soft murmurs in my ear, and the fullness of what we had in that moment. And we touched in all the ways of yesterday and more.

Convince him. I relaxed against his touch and didn't turn away when his mouth met mine.

I felt her tongue on mine, the warmth of her lips, breathed in the scent of her skin and hair, and we were in the wilderness again, and nothing else mattered.

I grip his wrists and lift onto my toes, forever trying to get through the barriers of skin and bones and gravity and relativity, hoping to find answers by crawling inside of him and mending our everythings. Teller pushes back until I'm against the wall once more and all it would take is the tilt of my head for our lips to touch.

connected?" I licked again, a broad swipe. "Your fangs and your cock, I mean? They're both long

she made a purring sound in her throat and pressed into his palm

You are so lovely," he murmured into her mouth. Then he kissed her throat. Her head fell back, and she gave a breathy sigh. She was an innocent with an appetite as ancient as Lilith, the first temptress.

From insipid sweet wine; from men who wear moustaches; from the sort of people that call legs 'limbs'; from bedraggled white petticoats: Kind Devil, deliver me.

The kisses of the gastric juice become hot and sensual and convulsive and ecstatic.

Some people underestimate how erotic it is to be understood.

Her annoyance burned bright. Her neck was still warm and tingling where he'd stroked her, driving home how well he knew a woman's body. Yet he was displeased that she might know a thing or two about how to touch him. The arrogance of it all.