Quotes About Sensuality

To his consternation, her nearness made him slightly out of breath.

She slides through the door with a gust of cold and locks the door behind her and I see her fingers trail across the polished steel—tip of each finger the same color as her lips. Funny orange. Like the tip of a soldering iron. Color so hot or so cold if she touches you with it you can't tell which.

Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power, But by her breath her beauties to renew.

Wearing spectacles makes men conceited, because spectacles raise them to a degree of sensual perfection which is far above the power of their own nature.

I think that women find their strength and power in their sexuality, in their sensuality within, [through] getting older and being secure within that.

His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.

The romantic embrace can only be compared with music and with prayer.

Still...you turn me on

I passed out in our front yard. But honey, don't turn out the light, cause I think I'm in the mood for love tonight.

Fie, fie upon her!There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look outAt every joint and motive of her body.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes,Bliss in our brows bent.

The kiss you take is better than you give.

I once stole a pornographic book that was printed in braille. I used to rub the dirty parts.

Is sex dirty? Only when it's being done right.

Il sesso è sporco solo se fatto bene.

ser puta es como bailar, cuestión de agarrarle el ritmo

Everybody can write poetry, just like everybody knows how to make love.

The flash in his eyes as he was about to dive, the glint of light on his chest, the shapes of his muscles—it all aroused in me a pleasant feeling that usually lay dormant.

Her eyes were springs from which ecstasy drew water.

And is that what love looks like -- all wet mouths and your skirt rucked up?" "Sometimes it is.

And is that what love looks like - all wet mouth sand your skirt rucked up?

Maybe they're in love." "And is that what love looks like - all wet mouths and your skirt rucked up?" "Sometines it is.

O God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! That we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause, transform ourselves into beasts.

He smelled of leather and wool and tasted of apples and I could have died in that moment and counted myself happy.