Quotes About Sensuality

I loved Westerns for different reasons as an adult. It is not only our only native brand of storytelling - the only one that's not influenced by Europeans and not something that's done better by the French - but I also love the sensuality of the Western. The sights, sounds, and smell of a Western are very exciting.

Sex and beauty are inseparable, like life and consciousness. And the intelligence which goes with sex and beauty, and arises out of sex and beauty, is intuition.

Reading is like the sex act - done privately, and often in bed.

Sexiness has its different roles.

I think eating in itself is the act of great sensuality, so all you have to do is point the camera in the right direction.

I didn't discover curves; I only uncovered them.

Sex is a discovery.

I came out in my career talking about being sensual and being expressive. Some people can't really handle it, and that's fine. It's not for everybody. If you're one of those that can't handle it, stay up under the rock. You do that.

I am built close to the ground and of extravagant body.

The sexiest part of the body is the eyes. That's what I believe.

I appreciate a slow-burn romance. In most movies, everyone is just tearing their clothes off in the first scene.

I just sort of wish people would dance differently. It reminds me of teenage sex.

There are lots of ways to be a feminist. Beyonce, for example, is a beautiful example of feminine sensuality and is still really powerful. My character and my inner essence is more like an awkward 15-year-old boy, like a teenager backstage, like, 'Yeah, what's up?' That's what I'm trying to channel.

Love, if you love me, lie next to me. Be for me, like rain, the getting out of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi- lust of intentional indifference. Be wet with a decent happiness.

Dan's smell lingered on the pillow. He'd been a gentle and patient lover, his hands firm but his touch soft, just as she'd imagined. He'd given her time to relax, to free her mind until she was no longer thinking, just reacting to the motion of his body and the touch of his hands. When she'd climaxed, she'd clung to him, not wanting the feeling, or him, to leave her.

I think kissing is what separates us from the animals and makes us divine.

I loved kissing them on the mouth, the taste of their tongues. I think kissing is what separated us from the animals and makes us divine.

Whenas in silks my Julia goes,Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flowsThat liquefaction of her clothes.Next, when I cast mine eyes and seeThat brave vibration each way free;Oh how that glittering taketh me!

THE ROCK OF RUBIES, AND THE QUARRY OF PEARLS Some ask'd me where the Rubies grew: And nothing I did say, But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Some ask'd how Pearls did grow, and where: Then spoke I to my girl, To part her lips, and shew me there The quarrelets of Pearl.

She was more of a business partner to him than anything else. Some of her appreciated that. But rustling yet within her was another person who wanted to bathe and perfume herself...and be taken, carried away, and peeled back by a force she could sense, but never articulate, even dimly within her mind.

He had been here just a few minutes before,she was lying where the water had run down his body,and she found that intensely erotic.Almost everything about Robert Kincaid had begun to seem erotic to her.

the easy way he moved his body, old ways, disturbing ways, ways that draw you in. Ways that whisper to you in the final moment before sleep comes, when the barriers have fallen.

He was an animal. A graceful, hard, male animal who did nothing overtly to dominate her yet dominated her completely, in the exact way she wanted that to happen at this moment.

Your mouth says "No," but your eyes say, "Fuck me until your dick breaks off inside me and fuses into some kind of barbie doll crotch.