Quotes About Sensuality

Philosophy is erotic, not just epistemic.

And there are the girls—young, chocolate-skinned, ever-giggling naked girls with sleek wet bodies, rosebud nipples, long hair, coltish legs, and scarlet and purple petals folded behind their ears—who play in the white Indian Ocean surf and who run, quite without shame, along the cool wet sands on their way back home.

Sex pleasure in women is a kind of magic spell; it demands complete abandon; if words or movements oppose the magic of caresses, the spell is broken.

Spiritual superiority only sees the individual. But alas, ordinarily we human beings are sensual and, therefore, as soon as it is a gathering, the impression changes- we see something abstract, the crowd, and we become different. But in the eyes of God, the infinite spirit, all the millions that have lived and now live do not make a crowd, He only sees each individual.

Expand your vocabulary to include accurate, beautiful, sensual, inspiring, thought-provoking, mysterious, and compelling words—words that express the beauty of your marvelous spirit.

Every woman in the world sometimes thinks about shoes in the middle of sex. It's a well-known fact.

He pauses to stretch out his fingers and I'm suddenly transfixed by his hands. Hands which used to roam over me, caress me, make love to me. I know how much emotional intelligence is in those hands. I know how he balances thoughtful, cerebral caution with audacious risk-taking, all without a flicker.

Eroticism, it may be said, is assenting to life up to the point of death

Another side to me is this very sexual being. When I look back on my life, it's always been there. It's been there since I was 10 years old, having the imagination that I had.

There's more to the erotic life than explicitness.

Any woman can make pole dancing a regular part of their exercise routine - and a fun part of their romantic life!

Breathe in that vital connection to the life source and sensual beauty everywhere. Feel loved and strong.

No man who has seen a woman in Pleasure Silk, or watched her dance, or heard the sound of a belled ankle or watched a woman's hair, unbound, fall to her waist can long live without the possession of such a delicious creature.

The quavering, sensual voice of Elvis Presley is coming from the juke-box in lonesome, sad, sustained, orgasmic moans: The bell-hop's tears keep flowing The desk clerk's dressed in black. Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Bill's tongue had started at Cirocco's toes and was now exploring her left ear. She liked that. It had been a memorable journey.

Healthy, lusty sex is wonderful

I love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with wicked desire

I would kneel by the bank, in the grasses dank, And drink you, drink you, drink you. — Ella Wheeler Wilcox, from "If," Picked Poems . (Chicago: W. B. Conkey Company, 1912)

When he stood before her naked, he couldn't believe this beautiful woman, with the pale skin, flaming auburn hair, and eyes the color of spring hay, lay waiting for him. Phoebe's cheeks flushed a pretty pink. "You look like you're hungry and ready to eat the proffered offering." "I am, and I will.

i want you to lick my bellybutton while looking up at me.

Abrieron la puerta y se recibieron a besos: besos que erizaban los párpados, la piel, el vello púbico, que ocultaban los compromisos, los sueños, que despojaban de la ropa, el futuro, la inteligencia.

Gabriel looked up at her from under thick eyelashes. "Will you please grope me under the table, Kate mine?

You're so beautiful," he said, truth echoing in every hoarse word. "Just look at you, Daisy. All satin skin and long limbs, and those gorgeous breasts like the apples Eve offered Adam." Her eyes widened. "Eve didn't offer Adam her breasts, silly." James rose up, straddling her with a knee on either side of her hips. "Maybe she did. Maybe these are the apples of paradise. Breasts like yours, the perfect size, delicious, designed to drive a man mad.

That sleepy, sensual smile of hers ought to be outlawed. It said everything, without saying anything.