Quotes About Sensuality

Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin' genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like... that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert.

Qu'est-ce-que faire l'amour ? c'est languir après le tout proche, comme si une fois levés tout les obstacles, , dans le contact des peaux, et l'entralacement des epidermes, l'Autre refusait encore de se laisser prendre.

Raquel Welch, whom I've met but never kissed, once called the brain an erogenous zone.

His POV: Angela, naked, FLOATS above us as a deluge of ROSE PETALS falls around her. Her hair fans out around her head GLOWS with a subtle, burnished light.

The spring is like some harlot feigning sensuality. It is not until the fall when the year gets down to its real business. I always await the Harvest Moon with enormous anticipation.

A cat is incredibly physical, and as a performer, I'm physical. If I feel emotions, they move through my body in a way that is sensual. I'm not necessarily in control of that.

When I make a picture, I make love.

Flesh sells. People don't want to see pictures of churches. They want to see naked bodies.

I wanna sing about something that's sexy and edgy.

It's about ladies, as usual. I'm telling the ladies I got the right temperature to keep them warm.

The sex with Mandy was good, but it wasn't like warm apple pie.

I need to end up with someone who is strong, intelligent, independent, someone I really admire - sensitive, sensuous, warm, a sense of humor.

Dancing begets warmth, which is the parent of wantonness.

Sex in a dance is in the eyes of the beholder. I never thought my dances sexy. I suppose that's because I see myself with my face washed, and to me I look like a rabbit.

Did she feel what he felt? Something old. Something new. already he wanted more. Not just a kiss, though he'd invite her lips to his anytime, but he wanted the woman beneath the kiss

He gets a condom out of his bag and rolls it on while I wait for him.

I'd spent the entire time before we boarded perusing every adult sitting around us, mentally undressing them, wondering who had piercings or tattoos, who was kinky, who was the best kisser.

I sank into the kiss, not overtaking his mouth like I normally do, but allowing a kiss like a normal boy and girl, not domme and slave. Sometimes, especially as a prelude to a kinky scene, a little vanilla is needed to spice things up.

And there you were," he said. "In your cotton-underweared splendor.

She felt so lovely in his hands. She felt so loved in his eyes.

I'm going to kill you." "Could you kiss me first?" Reese murmured, extending her good hand. Tory moved between Reese's parted legs, resting her palm on Reese's thigh for support. "Hmm, I suppose." "Then I'll go happy.

A gorgeous, make-your-ovaries-shiver man.

a man who smelled like sin and kissed like salvation.

Warm. Wet. Woman. Tyrel Kincaid listed his needs in that order. He was standing at the end of the planked bar of a miner's saloon in a back-of-nowhere camp