Quotes About Sensuality

I am certain that there are two things in life which are dependable, the delights of the flesh and the delights of literature.

and, in place of the body movements, wiggling his little finger lasciviously in a move that sent his audience into paroxysms of ecstasy.

He has a light, fumbling brutality, which several times makes me think that this time it'll cost me my sanity. In our dawning, mutual intimacy, I induce him to open the little slit in the head of his penis so I can put my clitoris inside and fuck him.

When her mouth found mine I disassembled. Not exploded like a bomb or anything, but came apart. A few pieces at a time. They floated away, went into a kind of orbit. A splintering galaxy. An extravagant slow motion annihilation. The only center was her mouth, her hair. It was her. A reconstitution around the core of her.

I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, with aloes, and with cinnamon.

His cheeks are like beds of spice, towers of perfume. His lips are like lilies, dripping with flowing myrrh.

I said, “I will climb the palm tree; I will take hold of its fruit.” May your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the fragrance of your breath like apples,

Having lost all sense of shame, they have given themselves over to sensuality for the practice of every kind of impurity, with a craving for more.