#sensual

I will always admit immediately to what's obvious, which is that Homo sapiens is inherently erotic or inherently sensual from birth. ↗

— Jock Sturges

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

— Jock Sturges

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The truth is that from birth on we are, to one extent or another, a fairly sensual species. ↗

— Jock Sturges

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No words. Just my finger pointing in silence. My finger silently saying, ’Unwrap me, darling. ↗

— James Lusarde

#love-making #men-and-women-in-love #relationships #romance #seduction

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 Nin

#passion #sensuality #words #love

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon, dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light, what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars? What primal night does Man touch with his senses? Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars, through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain: Love is a war of lightning, and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness. Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity, your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages, and a genital fire, transformed by delight, slips through the narrow channels of blood to precipitate a nocturnal carnation, to be, and be nothing but light in the dark. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

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Love falls in love with love; comes like an echo sounding back, searches its mirrored shadow within a look. ↗

— Mocco Wollert

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SAUL: 'We made love outdoors, my favorite place to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and dripping with sweat. ↗

— Roman Payne

#clean-earth #love #lovers #making-love #outdoors

his stubble was cut smooth. he smelled of aftershave, dry deodorant and sex-tarnished bedsheets. those eyes--grey, strong, inlaid beneath a firm brow that displayed such hate and SUCH love--they seduced her every time... but not tonight. ↗

— Jake Vander Ark

#eyes #sensuality #love

Yes, the essence of every love is a child, and it makes no difference at all whether it has ever actually been conceived or born. In the algebra of love a child is the symbol of the magical sum of two beings. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#literary-fiction #sensual #love