Quotes About Sensuality

A fountain brings us peace, joy and restful sensuality and reaches the epitome of its very essence when by its power to bewitch it will stir dreams of distant worlds.

In the picture, Ava Gardner's tousled black hair obscured her right eye, and her full, closed lips were pulled slightly to the right, resulting in something less than a smile. They looked as if they'd been smeared shut with red paint, though the photo was in black and white. It wasn't so much a fuck-me face as a I've-been-there-and-back look, the kind of expression you see only on the most expensive whores.

And yet to wine, to opium even, I prefer the elixir of your lips on which love flaunts itself.

A man who from the beginning has long been soaked in the languid atmosphere of a woman, the scent of her hands, her bosom, her knees, her hair, her lithe and flowing clothes ... has acquired a delicacy of skin, a refinement of tone, a kind of androgyny without which the toughest and most virile of geniuses remains, when it comes to artistic perfection, an incomplete being.

Sexuality is the lyricism of the masses.

Come back, I beg you, and I shall be gentle and modest in my desires.... I won't say you'll find me no longer in love, but you cannot prevent my mind wandering around your arms, those beautiful hands of yours, your eyes which are the mainspring of life, and all your adorable earthly being. No, I know you cannot prevent it: but fear not, you are for me an object of worship, and I am incapable of defiling you.

Without moving he had glanced down at her head, at the steady rise and fall of her breath. She had a tiny mole on the lobe of her left ear. Did she know it was there? It was a lover's privilege to know another's body almost better than she herself did.

To see you naked is to recall the Earth.

When you feel sexy or sensuous, you naturally want to open up and give, and I think that comes from being able to receive love and desire.

My most recent purchase was a black lace corset.

With drawing, I am acutely aware of creating something on a sheet of paper. It is a sensual act, which you cannot say about the act of writing. In fact, I often turn to drawing to recover from the writing.

The fact is I am not having sex. But I feel absolutely ripe for the, what would you say? plucking?

I like dressing sexy, and I like having a good time.

He comes in on the beat and plays on top of the beat. I think when Prince makes love, he hears drums instead of Ravel.

For me, saying 'I love you' is the same as unbuttoning the heroine's kurti.

I think of myself as a highly sexual creature.

I've never had a highly developed sense of being female. The sexuality has either been stopped, or else it's been an exaggerated P J Harvey kind of sexuality.

'Dip it Low' is pretty highly requested for me. I get that a lot.

It's very original, no doubt, but not for a hot evening. What I need is some trollop.

Thy red lips, like worms, Travel over my cheek.

The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.

He wondered vaguely whether in the abolished past it had been a normal experience to lie in bed like this, in the cool of a summer evening, a man and a woman with no clothes on, making love when they chose, talking of what they chose, not feeling any compulsion to get up, simply lying there and listening to peaceful sounds outside. Surely there could never have been a time when that seemed ordinary?

Almost as swiftly as he had imagined it, she had torn her clothes off, and when she flung them aside it was with that same magnificent gesture by which a whole civilization seemed to be annihilated.

There were times when the fact of impending death seemed as palpable as the bed they lay on, and they would cling together with a sort of despairing sensuality, like a damned soul grasping at his last morsel of pleasure when the clock is within five minutes of striking. But there were also times when they had the illusion not only of safety but of permanence.