Quotes About Sensuality

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A woman should wear fragrance wherever she expects to be kissed

It represented a world I didn't know, the opposite of where I was—and I hated where I was. I hated the poverty, the cigarette smoke, the drug use, the embarrassment, the loneliness. And Diana Ross was promising me that there was a world that wasn't stained with sadness and resignation. Somewhere there was a world that was sensual and robotic and hypnotic. And clean.

For a woman, there is nothing more erotic than being understood.

I've never…" she whispered as I kissed her neck. Her hear. The skin under her chin. She really was soft all over. "This isn't like me." I leaned back. Looked deep into her startled and wary blue eyes. "You looking for permission to fuck the way you like?" I asked. "It's yours.

And she thought, Who the hell are you, Mister? But his eyes were blue and his hair was thick, and his arms were strong and sinewy. He had a Nevada tan, desert tan, wherever he'd been living, wherever he sometimes went. He was gorgeous, that hothead. She put an orange segment in her mouth, held it out toward his mouth, leaned in, rolled on top of him, her body over his, and he bit into the orange, gulped it even, made his mouth ready for more, for her, like he'd been starving.

They shake their hair like the bacchantes who love to agitate their thyrsi.

But you're the only one who can fire up my blood with just one look, make me want to drag you against me and kiss you senseless in the blink of an eye, so I know it's for real.

If someone were to ask me for a short cut to sensuality, I would suggest he go shopping for a used 427 Shelby-Cobra. But it is only fair to warn you that of the 300 guys who switched to them in 1966, only two went back to women.

only my fingers in your hair, only, my eyes splitting the skull to tickle your brain with love in a slow caress blurring the mind, kissing your mouth awake opening the body's mouth and stopping the words. — Muriel Rukeyser, from "Three Sides of a Coin," Collected Poems of Muriel Rukeyser . (University of Pittsburgh Press May 10th 2014)

Anarchism is not only a stateless society but also a harmonized society that exposes man to the stimuli provided by both agrarian and urban life, to physical activity and mental activity, to unrepressed sensuality and self-directed spirituality, to communal solidarity and individual development, to regional uniqueness and worldwide brotherhood, to spontaneity and self-discipline, to the elimination of toil and the promotion of craftsmanship.

The most reasonable way of blessings and honesties will be obtained through opposing sensuality.

Bbw and ssbbw are the juiciest ladies in the world, mouth-watering beauties with sugar skin, the color of fresh pastries.

Dark-skinned girls like juicy chocolate fruits they are paradise fruits of passion, like sweet cocoa or like chocolate milk.

Nice beautiful Kazakh woman It is too sweet for my eyes, lips, tongue, feelings when I see you. I gasp with passion. It's so beautiful that I can't hear you, but I feel how I love you. You are a delight for my senses. You are sweet passion and romantic obsession lust. A clear feeling of love. The obsession with true love. Rare exoticism of the passion of voluptuousness.

Poetry is very beautiful porn.

The Kazakh woman is a hot goddess, she is the sexiest notes of desire.

That night they made love, the kind of love-making that is another country, a country of its own, not yours or mine.

No more dancing with any male but me. No more time to learn who you are before you have to hold that personality against mine. No more freedom to explore your sensuality before I own it.

God, you're sexy when you talk Psy.

But you, you've always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe.

I want no blood from you--not until we're both sweaty and naked and you're screaming my name.

Damn, but I like making out with you Sienna. Let's do it again tomorrow." He left to the sound of a feminine snarl. It made his lips curve into a feral smile.

How do you know it'll be pleasurable?" He got on the bed and lay down. Breath a whisper, she came closer and tied one wrist to the headboard. The cat growled but didn't try to make him wrench free. "Because just looking at you gives me the most extreme pleasure I've ever felt." "Christ, baby, tie me up before you start talking like that.