“The feel of her head against his shoulder, of her familiar body, sent a shock of emotion over him. His arms holding her had a tendency to tighten around her.”— F. Scott Fitzgerald, amazon.com
“Wait for someone who bumps mouths clumsily with yours cos they’re too busy smiling to kiss you properly. Yeah. Wait for that.”— Azra T., 5000letters.tumblr.com
“I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I’m still a sensitive woman, just with passion.”— Sade Harrison, goodreads.com
“They were different people together in daylight than they were alone in the dark.”— Joseph Heller, amazon.com
“I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.”— Meggie Royer, amazon.com
“make love like you have no secrets like you’ve never been left never been hurt like the world don’t owe you a single wretched thing.”— Warsan Shire, redamancylit.wordpress.com
“Intimacy is the capacity to be rather weird with someone - and finding that that’s ok with them.”— Alain de Botton, twitter.com
“Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings that puzzles me the mo…”— Sigmund Freud, goodreads.com
“Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of fire I am a flame burning brightly hot enough to leave blisters on those lips”— William Chapman, williamchapmanwritings.tumblr.com
“To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth — I count that something of a miracle.”— Henry Miller, amazon.com
“Between your lips, the dark field meets a night sky. I am inside each ragged breath and the pause between.”— Carole Glasser Langille, amazon.com
“‘But I like you.’ He cleared his throat. ‘I like you first and second and third.’”— F. Scott Fitzgerald, amazon.com
“And I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.”— Franz Kafka, amazon.com