Quotes About Sensuality

Sensuality, wanting a religion, invented Love.

religion, like beauty, cannot be experienced in cold blood.

To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the breaking of bread.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you just by touching your head or smiling into your eyes - or just by staring into space.

Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine.

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!

The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.

The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.

We turned on one another deep, drowned gazes, and exchanged a kiss that reduced my bones to rubber and my brain to gruel.

I don't smoke often, maybe once or twice a month, but it makes me feel sexy and romantic.

It's poetry in motion, when she turned her tender eyes to me.

Her veins flowed with liquid poetry. I stole the words from her mouth with my kisses.

I want to kiss you so thoroughly that you lose your ability to stand.

...nothing seemed quite as romantic as holding hands while you climaxed.

Do you know how often I've fantasized about the color of your nipples?" he growled against her neck before feathering soft kisses up to her jaw.

She'd taken one look at him the first time they'd met and it was like her body had just erupted into a ball of heat and hunger.

Next time, we go slowly. I want to explore every delicious inch of you.

A spark of fiery hunger shot through her as he took over, completely dominating the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth. His hand slid back and cupped her head in that way she loved. Craved.

How am I making you feel?"She considered the answer. "Like all my nerve endings are on fire. Like I want more, but I don't exactly know how to ask for what I want." She swallowed. "Or maybe I do.

A beautiful woman should wear beauty to her bed.

Herne smelled so damn good when he passed by me that I wanted to just climb up him and lick him like a lollipop.

I looked silently at her lips. All women are lips, all lips. Some are pink and firmly round: a ring, a tender guardrail from the whole world. And then there are these ones: a second ago they weren't here, and just now — like a knife-slit — they are here, still dripping sweet blood.

I looked silently at her lips. All women are lips, nothing but lips. Some are pink, supple, round-a right, a tender shield against the whole world. And then these: A second ago they didn't exist, and now suddenly, made by a knife, the sweet blood still dripping...