Quotes About Sensual

I suggested that my patron goddess should take sensual pleasure, though I didn't put it quite in those terms.

I think passion in a physical way goes hand in hand with taste and smell.

My sound is very smooth. Not to be to cliche, but really sensual and sultry.

In Irena's head the alcohol plays a double role: it frees her fantasy, encourages her boldness, makes her sensual, and at the same time it dims her memory. She makes love wildly, lasciviously, and at the same time the curtain of oblivion wraps her lewdness in an all-concealing darkness. As if a poet were writing his greatest poem with ink that instantly disappears.

I love the word warm. It is almost unbearable-- so moist and breathlike.

He wasn't handsome. That was too calm a word. He was intensely masculine. He was sexual. He attracted.

He wasn't just masculine and sexual, he was carnal in a set-your-teeth-on-edge kind of way; he was almost frightning.

His beast was savage, primitive, its law utterly self-serving, an endless roar inside that said: I'M KING OF THIS MOTHERFUCKING JUNGLE. EVERYTHING IS MINE. I WANT IT ALL, ALL THE TIME. His beast was ancient, ruthless, voracious, craved everything sensual and immediately gratifying, and it had absolutely no—

She straddles me, ass to my face, reverse cowgirl, tangled hair swinging. And son of a bitch, the woman can ride.

lasciviously

But the truth is that Homo sapiens is a sensual species. I think all species are, to one degree or another.

Bodily functions are a wonderful, indeed sensual, thing. Why, the mere blowing clear of a nose is a potential source of ecstasy, once you grasp its phlegmatic allure.

Avirzah'e Tartaruchi; a prince of artisans. He was fearsome to look at; I saw a murderer's soul, but perhaps that was only artifice on his part. His pale skin had a sallow tinge, causing him to stand out from his deepest red. His mouth smiled in a lazy, sensual way, but his eyes were hooded and watchful.

He looked sleepy, sensual, dragged from a bed of lust, no doubt.

Being as he is, such a sensual creature, I realised he needed to establish himself with Rayojini in his own way.

This country should be enjoyed through the senses.

Magrast was like someone's version of hell; there was opulance and luxury, but a dark, rotten heart to it. So far, Khaster had only glimpsed the other Magrast, but he sensed it was there. The eyes of the whores, both male and female, who haunted the mazelike streets, oozed a knowledge that was not just sexual. Khaster perceived a veiled invitation: I can show things beyond your dreams or nightmares. Come to me, succumb. Learn. Then pay.

Bill didn't get any kind of erotic thrill from a wineglass of LifeFlow.

I know how to put it into a melody and make it comical but sexual at the same time.

No scent is more sensual or more memorable to me than musk.

you are absolutely the most ethereal, least sensual woman I ever knew to exist without inhuman sexlessness.

Poetry is not communication with angels or with the subconscious. It is communication with the guts, genitals, and five portals of sense. Nothing more.

Maybe we need to literally come to our senses, to return to our sense of taste, touch, sight, smell, hearing and find sustenance in them, inspiration. Life is, after all, a sensual experience. Our senses have the power to truly transport us but also to ground us. Make us human.

D.T. Suzuki notes that "when Zen wants you to taste the sweetness of sugar, it will put the required article right into your mouth and no further words are said." In this sense, Zen is direct and not intermediated, concrete and not abstract, practical and not theoretical, sensual and not intellectual, down-to-earth and not otherworldly.