Quotes About Sensuality

I lie back on the bed and haul up my dress. Yank down my bloomers. Stick the looking glass tween my legs. Ugh. All that hair. Then my pussy lips be black. Then inside look like a wet rose. It a lot prettier than you thought, ain't it? she say from the door.

She say, I love you, Miss Celie. And then she haul off and kiss me on the mouth. Um, she say, like she surprise. I kiss her back, say, um, too. Us kiss and kiss till us can't hardly kiss no more. Then us touch each other. I don't know nothing bout it, I say to Shug. I don't know much, she say. Then I feels something real soft and wet on my breast, feel like one of my little lost babies mouth. Way after while, I act like a little lost baby too.

Every American wants MORE MORE of the world and why not, you only live once. But the mistake made in America is persons accumulate more more dead matter, machinery, possessions & rugs & fact information at the expense of what really counts as more: feeling, good feeling, sex feeling, tenderness feeling, mutual feeling. You own twice as much rug if you're twice as aware of the rug.

Who'll come lie down in the dark with me Belly to belly and knee to knee Who'll look into my hooded eye Who'll lie down under my darkened thigh?

The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand and asshole holy!

I don't think it's any accident that a slice of pie comes in the exact same shape as a slice of pussy

I could see her navel. It was a nice navel. I'd have licked champagne or chocolate out of that navel. Fact was, I might have licked pond water out of it if that's what she had in it.

There is no subtle way to mention you miss the curve of someone's ass.

Being mine means I'll make sure you know what pleasure feels like not just in your body, but in your heart and soul and mind...

I want you to make love to me. I want to go to your room, your bed, be under you, feel you inside me, see your eyes, feel your body and know…we're together. I don't know if that's love or just need, but I know I need you. I need that with you. I need what I've never known and I need it from you. Only you. And it may destroy everything or build something. I really don't know. I just know…Please make love to me.

Too fast?" she asked. Had he read her mind, or did he share her concerns? "Can't tell. It moves like it moves. The trick is to make the in-between time quick, but draw out every moment like this"--he leaned down, kissed her again, proving the point by keeping the kiss going long enough she was breathless when he was done--"so it feels like the kind of forever you want. Then you have no regrets.

Geez, man, don't give yourself whiplash. You are hurting, if the mention of Victorian underwear will get you worked up. I know a girl...." - From "Controlled Response

He was inside her, not just her soaked pussy, but in all the complex turbulent and dark mazes that were Marguerite. He wanted to be there forever, wanted to keep her safe and unafraid, give her pleasure and happiness.

I want to play with your pussy while I drive. I'm going to keep you talking the whole way, so I can hear your voice break as I get you hotter and hotter.

Only thing worse than a dry fuck is small talk.

Please touch me." He needed intimacy, the emotion behind the physical punch of what Marcus had just done to him.

It was larger than even usual, the tip damp with fluid, his testicles smooth and tight.

Your voice started to get all low and sexy at the end. You practically purr like a tiger when you're about to get off.

You could have at least let me adjust my towel," she said. He glanced down at her, and with her arm occupied in holding on, there was nothing she could do but endure the heated perusal. "Why would I want to do that?" he grinned.

He matched her seductive purr with a husky growl.

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All those wonderful muscles would be taut and slick as he pounded into her with single-minded urgency, his most primitive instincts making him into a fierce, beautiful rutting animal. Just imagining it made heat shimmer over her skin.

You must lance an ulcer to heal it. You must tear down parts of an old building to restore it, and so it is with a sensual life that has no spirit in it.

Eroticism is the approval of life unto death.