Quotes about Sensuality

Charley was twenty-six, with that faint musk of weakness hanging about him that is often mistaken for the scent of evil.

She was in the middle thirties, and faintly stout, but she carried her surplus flesh sensuously as some women can.

He fell in love with the way she closed her eyes, long before he fell in love with her.

Take it off, take it all off.

Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.

Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we make love with our hearts.

Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.

Big breasts in a woman and hard loins in a man (that tightly muscular look to the buttocks)—these were naturally important in sexual matchings. But without the eyes, the rest of it could go for nothing. Eyes were essential. You could drown in the right kind of eyes, he had learned, sink right into them and be unaware of what was being done to you until penis was firmly clasped in vagina. He

I will always be the virgin-prostitute, the perverse angel, the two-faced sinister and saintly woman.

Art is the most passionate orgy within man's grasp.

And if you can't come into the room without my feeling all over me a ripple of flame, & if, wherever you touch me, a heart beats under your touch, & if, when you hold me, & I don't speak, it's because all the words in me seem to have become throbbing pulses, & all my thoughts are a great golden blur (Joslin 20).

I can't reach the stirrups," Abigail said. "Don't need to. Scoot forward and make room." He put his foot in the stirrup. "For what?" Swinging his leg over, he settled behind Abigail. "Oh." She squirmed forward, but only got so far. She finally settled in the cradle of his thighs in a way he found most disturbing.