Amazing sex stays with you. It soaks into your skin. It floats through your dreams and has you silently smoldering with delicious remembrances for hours after. It has you craving it days later. And it has you aching for it if you don’t get it for awhile.
Roberto HogueMots clés sex yearning erotic desire sensuality making-love erotica-romance
Rubens! All bosom and bum, big cumulus clouds of pink flesh, eh? You can feel the heart beating like a kettledrum in a ton of that stuff. Every woman a bed; throw yourself on them, sink from sight.
Ray BradburyMots clés women sensuality overweight rubens
Istnieje mniej sposobow uprawiania milosci, niz sie mowi, lecz duzo wiecej, niz sie mysli.
Colette Gauthier-VillarsMots clés sensuality
Lecz kobiecie z trudem przychodzi nie oddac sie mezczyznie
Colette Gauthier-VillarsMots clés sensuality
When I lie back and close my eyes, this farthest lip of beach right next to the end of the ocean feels like being up close to an enormous breathing being, the bass drum surf thump reverberating through the sand. Living out here with no lights, alone, you would indeed become sensitive to seasons, rhythms, weather, sounds- right up next to the sea, right up under the sky, like lying close to a lover’s skin to hear blood and breath and heartbeat.
Paul BogardMots clés nature stars wonder infinity ocean sensuality night-sky stargazing
Writing is like a mental masturbation to me.
Lina K. LapinaMots clés writing sex creativity sensuality author russian
The candle’s flame washed her in a sensual bath of pulsating light, and Hans became entranced by the soft glow upon her skin.
Nicki ElsonMots clés sensuality sexy fairy-tales-for-adults
The Knowing
Afterwards, when we have slept, paradise-
comaed and woken, we lie a long time
looking at each other.
I do not know what he sees, but I see
eyes of surpassing tenderness
and calm, a calm like the dignity
of matter. I love the open ocean
blue-grey-green of his iris, I love
the curve of it against the white,
that curve the sight of what has caused me
to come, when he’s quite still, deep
inside me. I have never seen a curve
like that, except the earth from outer
space. I don’t know where he got
his kindness without self-regard,
almost without self, and yet
he chose one woman, instead of the others.
By knowing him, I get to know
the purity of the animal
which mates for life. Sometimes he is slightly
smiling, but mostly he just gazes at me gazing,
his entire face lit. I love
to see it change if I cry–there is no worry,
no pity, no graver radiance. If we
are on our backs, side by side,
with our faces turned fully to face each other,
I can hear a tear from my lower eye
hit the sheet, as if it is an early day on earth,
and then the upper eye’s tears
braid and sluice down through the lower eyebrow
like the invention of farmimg, irrigation, a non-nomadic people.
I am so lucky that I can know him.
This is the only way to know him.
I am the only one who knows him.
When I wake again, he is still looking at me,
as if he is eternal. For an hour
we wake and doze, and slowly I know
that though we are sated, though we are hardly
touching, this is the coming the other
coming brought us to the edge of–we are entering,
deeper and deeper, gaze by gaze,
this place beyond the other places,
beyond the body itself, we are making
love.
Mots clés love sensuality lovers making-love
Yet there in the library, Hamish and I climbed the bright ladder of the body, as if it were sky and we a deafening. twisting flock of birds that could never fall to earth.
Regina O'MelvenyMots clés library sensuality regina-o-melveny
For it was beautiful upon our tongues and we traced all the lines to the heart.
Regina O'MelvenyMots clés love sensuality regina-o-melveny vesalius
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