Quotes About Sensuality

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First I think he going to kiss me, and I brace myself to bite. But he brush his cheek past mine, until I feel his heaten breath against my tender throat. I go weak in my blood, unwanten sorrows how is good. Run through myself in scary trembling, and when his lips rest to my neck, I take my breath in startle love.

Her love is fire in an aquatic world. By Sandy Sinn

Leave Crete and sweep to this blest temple Where apple-orchard's elegance Is yours, and smouldering altars, ample Frankincense. Here under boughs a bracing spring Percolates, roses without number Umber the earth and, rustling, The leaves drip slumber. Here budding flowers possess a sunny Pasture where steeds could graze their fill, And the breeze feels as gentle as honey... Kypris, here in the present blend Your nectar with pure festal glee. Fill gilded bowls and pass them round Lavinshly.

Love-bittersweet, irrepressible-loosens my limbs and i tremble.

May you sleep on your tender girlfriend's breasts

And with precious and royal perfume you anointed yourself.

Eros loosener of limbs once again trembles me, a sweetbitter beast irrepressibly creeping in

You lay in wait behind a laurel tree and everything was sweeter women wandering I barely heard darling soul such as I now am you came beautiful in your garments

Abel wanted to know all about flesh and how it responded to skin, tongue, velvet, fur, lips. His enthusiasm was contagious. I'd been a good-enough lover before, but Abel inspired my curiosity and my lust. Sex wasn't just better than I'd ever known it could be; it was more interesting. There were tools to explore, sensations to try, tastes and textures to experiment with, states of consciousness to achieve or discard.

I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin. I lie motionless, savoring the feeling of her body against mine. I'm afraid to breathe in case I break the spell.

Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.

Their mouths fit perfectly together—they didn't bang teeth once.

Kissing her is like drinking salted water, he thinks. His thirst only increases.

He cannot think. He can scarcely breathe. But he has no desire to either, he simply wants to keep kissing her.

Molly Bloom is simply the most sensuous woman in literature.

He tasted of whisky and his skin was rough where he hadn't shaved, but Mirabelle kissed him back.

I do like my hair being pulled from time to time, it's like a pair of reins, innit?

She leaned into him to soak up his warmth. "You are so hot," she said. "It's about time you noticed," he teased.

The sexual is part of everything, and it's highly formalized. I hadn't done figure for a long time. And I thought to myself, "Why not the erotic figure?"

Who knew that all this time the nectar of the Gods was in my va-jay-jay.

The first time that she spread her legs for him it had been like opening her jaws for the dentist.

Every time he glances at me I feel it just as surely as if he has reached out and run his finger along my soul. It is all I can do not to smile at the sheer wonder of it.

She is naked beneath her dark hair; naked, naked, dark hair.