Quotes About Sensuality

Aún resuena en su interior, en lo más hondo de su matriz, el oscuro placer de la penetración. Como un lamento.

by our corrupt and sensual nature], obeying the impulses of the flesh and the thoughts of the mind. Ephesians 2:3

He grabbed something off the floor and held it in front of his hips as he stood up. She drank in the sight of him: The tattooed slave bands around his wrists and neck, the plug in his left earlobe, his black eyes, his skull-trimmed hair. His body was as starkly lean as she remembered, all striated muscles and hard cut veins. And he threw off raw power like a scent.

Dice que ella escondía sus pies entre las piernas de él. Sus pies helados como piedras frías y que allí se calentaban como en un horno donde se dora el pan. Dice que él le mordía los pies diciéndole que eran como pan dorado en el horno.

Elizabeth, if you want to be kissed, all you have to do is put your lips on mine.

No longer was she an heiress from another world; she was the woman he had wanted to possess the moment he saw her, and she was sitting beside him, her hair cascading over his arm like a thick satin waterfall

What's your favorite sport, Zack? Zack tipped her chin up. My favorite sport, he said in an aching, husky voice he scarcely recognized as his own, is making love to you. Her eyes darkened with a love she wasn't trying to conceal from him anymore. What's your favorite food? she asked shakily. In answer, Zack bent his head and touched her lips in a soft kiss. You are.

If you will kiss me

Kliner. I touched my special place practically every night. It was the only way I could fall asleep and besides, it felt good.

I wonder what it's like watching ladies try on underwear all day? I'd really like to get a look at that!

As soon as I got into bed I started touching myself. I have this special place and when I rub it I get a very nice feeling. I don't know what it's called

The atmosphere's warm and fervid. The scent of it wafts up in dense waves... sweat laced with perfume like smoke from an oven of burning human lusts.

Whether he is an artist or not, the photographer is a joyous sensualist, for the simple reason that the eye traffics in feelings, not in thoughts.

I no longer knew how to distinguish between the sweet light of tenderness and the blackness of sensuality

Walt Whitman, a kosmos, of Manhattan the son,Turbulent, fleshy, sensual, eating, drinking and breeding,No sentimentalist, no stander above men and women or apart from them,No more modest than immodest.Unscrew the locks from the doors!Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs!

The last we saw of them was when they kissed, then beautifully naked walked as if into a sea of bright blue water --- leaving their bodies like old clothes upon the shore.

her mouth was a cruel flower. "Hair

Un sexo sin creatividad es demasiado animal.

Drinking is fun! It makes me feel horrible and sexy!

I am demonstrating to you how tasty I think words are. I'm having sex with words in front of you. I'm playing around with them. I'm getting off. I'm trying to titillate you. There's this magical substance, language, that I'm laying out for you. Then you're going to fondle it.

bees in Indian love poetry are said to form the bowstring of the god of lust and to plunge deep inside the flowers that ooze with sap even as the rutting elephant's temples ooze with musk.

Something touched my shoulder. I started to flinch. Stopped myself. The offer was too good. My cock throbbed in response.

I was on the verge of bursting. His fingers trailed down my arm, over my chest and stomach, then down down down… …and set me free.

The sweetest I've ever experienced. The very air of you," he said. "I must—must-