Quotes About Attraction

He had a hard face, tanned but sallow, wings of black hair beneath a shaved crown, and a collar of swarthy gold set with gems. But his gaze also clung on Cyrion. It like a lover's look. Or the starving lion as it beholds the deer.

An admirer of female beauty, if not essentially snared by it, he feasted briefly on two smouldering blue coals of eyes, fringed by coal-black lashes. Romulan's eyes, for that matter, and also for that matter, fixed upon Romulan.

He should probably make love to her.

He'd wanted to take her dirty and take her sweet, take her any way he could get her and every way he could dream up

She'd never known a man whose initial move was to undress the woman he wanted.

What you want most you push away from you. You want more than you care to admit.

Vi er treblåsarar, lokka av ting vi ikkje står imot.

Love can only be found in freedom of choice. And for choice to exist, there must be an alternative to choose. Something as compelling as love.

But aren't lovers always tempted to find another? You humans are lovers, yes? So you have this awful tendency to reject him who first loved you and follow after the intoxicating scents.

What man would not romance a woman who had invited him? And what woman would not romance a man who had chosen her? It was the nature of the Great Romance.

His eyes held a subtle light that she could not mistake for anything other than true attraction. The kind that mere friends did not share. She hated it. She loved it. She hated that she loved it.

And like a cat in winter at a fire She could not edge close enough To what singed her, and would burn her.

The Venus flytrap, a devouring organism, aptly named for the goddess of love.

Good heavens, did every woman have this much trouble breathing when standing so close to a handsome man? "Ah, yes.

she sighed. It was a lovely sound, strangely comforting, soft, and wise. And it made him want to look at her more closely, to see into her mind, to hear the rhythms of her soul.

Il n'y aura personne que j'aurai davantage envie de voir que vous. Aucune voix que j'aurai davantage envie d'entendre que la vôtre. Aucune pensée que j'aurai davantage envie d'explorer que la vôtre

And if my eyes dropped to your mouth, in what we all know is a universal signal that one is pondering a kiss, what would you do?

His love hadn't been a thunderbolt from the sky. It had started with a smile, a word, a teasing glance. Every second he had spent in her presence it had grown, until he's reached this moment, and he suddenly knew.

The only other person attending who was close to her age was Father St. Laurent, a devastatingly good-looking Roman Catholic priest who made the RC's vows of celibacy seem like a crime against the human gene pool.

Karen sighed. "I know. I could never fall for the easy guys either." She looked at Clare. "It's always the difficult ones that get under your skin, isn't it?

that word. Charming. Women should steer clear of men who charm them. If you're charmed, then you're under some kind of spell, and women need to stay sharp. Real life isn't a dream.

Maybe that was why I was so attracted to him. Because he was unattainable.

Martin eyed the buffet table because he'd slept through dinner and was ravenous; but as luck would have it, who was standing next to the tower of cream cakes but Evelyn- looking equally delicious in a stunning, pale yellow gown of light diaphanous fabric that seemed to flutter around her legs on a nonexistent breeze. And her bosom... Well, she looked delectable with pearls crisscrossing over her lush, alluring breasts.

Our eyes met and I felt a surprising ripple of pleasure run through me.