Quotes About Sensuality

I have always felt the basis of everything in life is sexual, and I will maintain that to my dying day

I have lived a carnal life.

Eating is so intimate. It's very sensual. When you invite someone to sit at your table and you want to cook for them, you're inviting a person into your life.

Lie down, lie easy. Let me shipwreck in your thighs.

I'd never seen a guy my own age play the piano. It was like sex and musical theatre fused together.

It was love, and it hit me so hard I leaned against the screen door that still stood between us, just to stay vertical. I wanted to touch him like he was a bunny, a kitten, something so special and soft your fingertips can't leave it alone. The universe was good because he was in it.

I felt his eyes go over my body in my wet dress.

Like every true performer, she was intoxicated by the mere feel of the notes: they were fingers caressing her own; and by touch, not by sound alone, did she come to her desire.

Before Annie could answer, he was there, hugging her until her ribs ached and kissing her so hard that her lips felt bruised.

I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more.

Laters, baby.

I'd like to bite that lip.

Sensuality, as long as it is straightforward did not repel him, but this derived sensuality - the sort that classes a mistress among motor-cars if she is beautiful, and among eye-flies if she isn't - was alien to his own emotions . . . It was, in a new form, the old, old trouble that eats the heart out of every civilization: snobbery, the desire for possessions, creditable appendages; and it is to escape this rather than the lusts of the flesh that the saints retreat into the Himalayas.

Now the two of us here in the dark have let the fire die slowly down, and it's your body I want to see with the curtains open and the half-moon pressed against the window—your long pale body smoldering on top of the sheet, glowing beside mine while we warm ourselves again in the heavy world of matter, catching fire at the fire we make of our lives. —Eamon Grennan, from "On Fire," Relations: New & Selected Poems (Graywolf Press, 1998)

Then Montesquiou was mentioned, and somebody described his first love-affair, a Baudelairean love-affair with a female ventriloquist who, while Montesquiou was straining to achieve his climax, would imitate the drunken voice of a pimp, threatening the aristocratic client.

Pink is not just a color, it's an attitude.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts.

Your love has gone all through my body like honey in water, as a drug is mixed into spices, as water is mingled with wine....

Any piece of clothing can be sexy with a quietly passionate woman inside it.

You are my favorite excuse to whip cream.

Os barcos ancorados remexiam com moleza as ancas.

comerei beijos como quem come sopa, e palitarei as gengivas no fim para extrair dos molares restos incómodos de ternura

We have created a manic world nauseous with the pursuit of material wealth. Many also bear their cross of imagined deprivation, while their fellow human beings remain paralyzed by real poverty. We drown in the thick sweetness of our sensual excess, and our shameless opulence, while our discontent souls suffocate in the arid wasteland of spiritual deprivation.