Quotes About Sensuality

I think a woman should be wholesome, voluptuous and sizzling!

When you have a brush in your hand, inking a beautiful woman is a lot like running your hands over her.

Sexuality and sensuality exists in every women, along with innocence, and I have represented only those through my characters.

High heels empower women in a way.

I wanted to create a line for women and men alike that would encourage them to embrace the harmony and divine balance of sensuality and spirituality within all of us. Forplai is an opportunity to not only smell good and feel good, but to also take time to connect with the heavens above and the god in you.

There's the theory that nudity doesn't really make something sexy; the characters and their relationship make it sexy.

Hockey seems completely lawless and, therefore, inexplicably sexy.

The flower is a jumble of thighs, the sun's harem - the most oriental thing imaginable.

I think that sexuality is only attractive when it's natural and spontaneous.

If you're going to be sexy in a photo, you'd better be thinking about sex rather than about being sexy.

To be thirsty and to drink water is the perfection of sensuality rarely achieved. Sometimes you drink water; other times you are thirsty.

I don't think I'm particularly sexual, no more than anyone else, though I am very creative.

My heart was pounding the whole time...it was the most erotic moment of my life.

he took my hand again, and I burned in the flame of him.

Female nudes were not meant to titillate the viewer with their sensuality but to give physical form to abstractions such as ideal beauty or chaste love.

Finally, when someone asked [Pollack] how he knew when a painting was finished, he replied, "How do you know when you've finished making love?

Standing at the end of the bed Mariana is sporting a black dildo, held in position with what looks to be a harness made of beautifully turned leather. Even the stitching is… who gives a fuck about the stitching, Jude? Holy shit, you are about to get fucked by the hottest woman on the planet.

a lobster tail scallop and a ruinously thick slice of T. melanosporum, the black truffle that does for French cuisine what a Wonderbra does for an ambitious ingénue.

...my heart sinks like a comb into wave after wave of your silky hair.

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.

Some sample lyrics I think I catch: "My engine races up to seventh gear; wrap your legs around my engine, dear . . . . The tunnel's dark, but the ground is wet; I lubricate it with my dripping sweat!" Or, something vaguely disturbing and gross like that; it's hard to tell with the wailing guitars and the front man screaming through his ravaged vocal chords.

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin .. it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring.

If you can't fuck me while I read, fuck off.

Her pores were like those of an orange, its skin filled with juice, which, if you applied the slightest pressure, would squirt up into your eyes. She was that fresh.