The Argentine tango isn't here to play nicely with the other children. The Argentine tango is here to seduce your women, spill things on your rug, and sneak out your bedroom window in the middle of the night.
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Blake inspires instant, tender Blakelust in everyone he meets. All of his beauties are meant to be touched, and he likes to be touched.
John ValentineTags: lust sex-appeal desire sensuality male-beauty
Now come the whispers
bearing bouquets of moonbeams
and sunlight tremblings.
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He knew that if Michelle entered into the walls of the Vatican, she’d corrupt every single clergyman within, causing them to forsake their vows in trade for a few moments with her. With one glance men would happily follow her to the bowels of hell and swim across the lake of fire to get to her.
Travis LuedkeTags: sensuality attraction seduction michelle
Then at certain moments I remember one of his words and I suddenly feel the sensual woman flaring up, as if violently caressed. I say the word to myself, with joy. It is at such a moment that my true body lives.
Anaïs NinTags: words passion living sensuality
but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering.
F. Scott FitzgeraldTags: fire body sensuality smouldering
If he was like any of his music, he would be complex, explosive, sweet, sensual, and passionate.
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It was like a horse, really. The trick was not to grab, but to caress. "Tuscan Tycoon's Wife
Lucy GordonTags: sensuality
A Tennyson garden, heavy with scent, languid; the return of the word swoon.
Margaret AtwoodTags: flowers sensuality garden
Hold out your hands to feel the luxury of sunbeams. Press the soft blossoms against your cheek, and finger their graces of form, their delicate mutability of shape, their pliancy and freshness. Expose your face to the aerial floods that sweep the heavens, ‘inhale great draughts of space,’ wonder, wonder at the wind’s unwearied activity. Pile note on note the infinite music that flows increasingly to your soul from the tactual sonorities of a thousand branches and tumbling waters. How can the world be shriveled when this most profound, emotional sense, touch, is faithful to its service? I am sure that if a fairy bade me choose between the sense of sight and that of touch, I would not part with the warm, endearing contact of human hands…
Helen KellerTags: optimism nature joy sensuality five-senses
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