Quotes About Sensuality

I don't just want to kiss you, Stella. I want to ravish you.

chaise longue and slowly pulled on a stocking. Her body twinged

You could seduce a saint with that smile.

His eyes gleamed hungry, even desperate. "I want you," he murmured. "Exactly as you are, every curve, every freckle—everything.

you're delicious and the right man will adore every curve.

Iubirea-o intalnire intre doua salive.

În iubire ne gust?m, ne savur?m pe noi înÅŸine, ne încânt?m cu volupt??ile tremurului nostru erotic. Din acest motiv, iubirea este cu atât mai intens? ÅŸi mai pofund? cu cât distanÅ£a de persoana iubit? este mai mare.

Without thinking, he tugged her closer. When she

And reading this way - with no deadline, no agenda - she remembered why she loved literature so much. It was like fucking a new man and knowing that he had made other women come, but that when she came it would be an unshareable, untranslatable pleasure. She opened herself up to her books, and the words got inside her and fucked her senseless.

Fucking was poetry unbound.

Lips like rosebuds peeping out of snow.

Like an eagle darting on his prey, he took her utterly to him, set her on his knees, and felt with an indescribable intoxication the voluptuous pressure of this girl, whose richly developed beauties softly enveloped him.

Why is it that everything I eat when I'm with you is so delicious?' I laughed. 'Could it be that you're satisfying hunger and lust at the same time?

With Lizard, I felt overwhelmed by the desire to touch her skin, to kiss her, hold her, make love to her,no matter how it happened, I just had to have her, Lizard and no one else. Right then and there. Tears came to my eyes, I wanted her so much.

Davanti alla natura sentivo quello che provavo dopo avere fatto del buon sesso. Trascinata dalla sua energia incommensurabile, intravedevo qua e là delle forme sensuali, quasi celate: i boccioli cilindrici dei fiori di ciliegio, le linee rette delle foglie di giunco, le spirali dei mulinelli che si formavano nell'acqua attorno ai sassi. La sola vista di ciò bastava a farti provare un piacere fisico.

We didn't sit down after the waltz because the next set was fox trots. Someone had turned out the overhead lights and only the candles on the tables glimmered in the darkened room. Jeff held me very close to him and we moved silently through the dimness.

fathom clearly in the background din, but its warmth speared through his loins, made him grit his teeth. Hiro pulled her more securely to his side. "It must be a mere manifestation of your

His mouth. It touched hers lightly, just touched at first. And it seemed every nerve in her body suddenly rushed toward her mouth to join the explosion of sensation his lips brought. He moved his head and his mouth slid one way, then the other, and his fingers tightened around her neck, pulling her closer.

She wanted him. Not in the sweet way of poetry, though there was that music in the symmetry of his body, in the careful meshing of bone and sinew and flesh that made him. Her want was raw. Physical. She felt it in the palms of her hands and the flesh of her lips and the heaviness of her breasts. In her life, she'd been hungry, and thirsty. She'd needed sleep. She had never, in her life, needed to touch a man.

He kissed her violently, wanting to somehow inhale her into himself, unable to stop the fury of his reaction, the trembling rocking hunger for her—so vast and all-encompassing, he couldn't stand it. Mattie, flowing all around him, met his savagery. He clasped her hips hard against him, found himself biting her neck, laving her breasts with his tongue. He felt such unblunted, furious desire he thought he might die of it.

He looked up at the rain and closed his eyes, his hands still wrapped around her back. Mattie knew with an acute awareness that she would always remember this moment: both of them nude in the falling twilight of a mountain summer, sated and yet still hungry, Zeke's strong face tipped to received the gift of rain, his broad hands warm on her.

His mouth was wet and hot and intensely demanding, so sharp and piercing with need that it broke through Mattie's defenses the way nothing else could have. A burst of excruciating hunger made her almost frantic with wanting him. She shifted in his arms and met his kiss wide open, giving as furiously as she took. "Oh, Mattie," he said against her mouth. "I've never wanted a woman in my life like I want you. You're driving me crazy.

She came apart, and Zeke let go, driving into her without restraint, thrilling to the cry that escaped her throat. Her body convulsed around him, a roaring filled his ears. He splintered into a billion pieces. His heart, made of thinnest glass, shattered.

Give me to drink the poison of thy breast-- Dark cruel wine from grapes of passion pressed-- Till I am drunk beyond delirium's dream In that dim utter deep where men may rest.