Quotes About Sensuality

your body is not a temple, it's an amusement park. Enjoy the ride.

With such exquisite women there is little need for aphrodisiacs....

Being able to express yourself under the name Erika Jayne and saying things people want to say but wouldn't, or doing things that people want to do but don't, or taking that extra leap of faith or pushing the levels of sexuality, or whatever, that helps Erika Girardi stand on her own two feet and be calm and peaceful.

I like flesh. I do! Something to hold.

Just Cavalli for Her is a flowery and sexy fragrance. I like its freshness and feminine scent.

It was inevitable that Flynn would notice her. It wasn't her figure that attracted him, because Beverly is a small-bosomed girl. It was her legs, of course - her long legs in those black net stockings. Later, when Errol and I became good friends, he told me why: I'm not a breast man, he said. I'm a leg man. You can't make love to a breast.

She brushed her eyelashes against his chest.

Remember when I was lying on your lap and you cleaned my ears with a Q-tip? What a strange, complex intimacy, your at once maternal and sexual tenderness.

After his kisses and hugs it feels like without them my body will fall apart into pieces.

He kissed her. A kiss about apple pie a la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. A kiss about chocolate, when you haven't eaten chocolate in a year. A kiss about palm trees speeding by, trailing pink clouds when you drive down the Strip sizzling with champagne. A kiss about spotlights fanning the sky and the swollen sea spilling like tears all over your legs.

I'd sit around dreaming that the boys I saw at shows or at work - the boys with silver earrings and big boots - would tell me I was beautiful, take me home and feed me Thai food or omelets and undress me and make love to me all night with the palm trees whispering windsongs about a tortured gleaming city and the moonlight like flame melting our candle bodies.

He smells like night-blooming flowers Crushed, juicy petals on the pillows His voice is full of ocean Humming like the surf He kneels before me like I am his goddess He is a god

And when it is over he will say, Come live with me above the palm trees, eat chocolate eggs in hotel-room bathrooms, dance like we are making love, make love like we are dancing.

His voice reminded me of poetry and sex.

Don't come to Paris if you're planning a solitary hike through a sexual desert.

Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.

Not at all, Lady Fenring said. She turned, looking up at the tiers around them. And the Baron noted the line of her neck- a truly lovely flowing of muscles- like a young boy's.

I had no thoughts in my head. There were thoughts only in my heart and my belly and my loins.

Big breasts in a woman and hard loins in a man (that tightly muscular look to the buttocks)—these were naturally important in sexual matchings. But without the eyes, the rest of it could go for nothing. Eyes were essential. You could drown in the right kind of eyes, he had learned, sink right into them and be unaware of what was being done to you until penis was firmly clasped in vagina. He

That's not a run in your stocking, it's a hand on your leg.

I saw the black seam of your stocking Running down the side of the mountain like a creek I put the whiskey down and listened from "Blue Yodel of the Desperado

I can't hold enough of you in my hands.

She is so distinct to me, it's as though I had run my hands all over her.

Non spaventarti se senti le mie labbra sul collo, non volevo baciarti, è soltanto amore impacciato.