Lovemaking Quotes

“If a man doesn't know how to dance he doesn't know how to make love, there I said it!”
― Craig Ferguson

“May this night come
wearing drunk cloak of love,
carrying passionate desires,
and intoxication of love!

Tonight, may I get so drunk in love that
I do not see any dreams!”
― Suman Pokhrel

“You are like a god, like an immortal one,' she whispered to me one night in our bed, her naked body pressed to mine, our sweat golden and glistening in the candlelight. 'Oh, my love,' I whispered back to her, 'I am more mortal than all. It seems that a part of me dies every night that I lie with you.”
― Roman Payne

“May I be cradled beneath the shadow of your love.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I peel away the layers of your hesitance, and untie the wings of your dormant zeal.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I caress the body of your fervent lust and awaken the latent fervor of your greater being.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I peel away the layers of your hesitance,
and untie the wings of your dormant zeal.
May I caress the body of your fervent lust
and awaken the latent fervor of your greater being.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I draw forth the nectar of your desires.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I envelop myself in the bloom of your unfolding thirst”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I melt in the blazing fire of your obsession,
may I stir every part of your sensitivity
to tremble with the intensity of my love
and fill every empty space within you.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I satiate every unsaid thirst of yours and feel your bliss.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I dissolve into you.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I forever hide in the depths of your love.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I explore every curve of your desires
and leave an imprint on your affection,
with the kiss of my love.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I envelop myself in the bloom of your unfolding thirst.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I enter the divine depths of your womanhood.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“May I satiate every unsaid thirst of yours.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“You've sinned, I suppose, but your punishment has been out of all proportion. They have turned you into something other than a human being. You have no power of choice any longer. You are committed to socially acceptable acts, a little machine capable only of good. And I see that clearly - that business about marginal conditionings. Music and the sexual act, literature and art, all must be a source now not of pleasure but of pain.”
― Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange

“Inside her mind, she felt increasingly adrift, as if their lovemaking had reached a realm that transcended the physical body. She saw herself float above her body, past her ceiling, through her roof, and higher and higher, the entire world pulsating and alive with sensations. Even these receded as she floated above her town, the pinpoints of the shop windows and car headlights downtown, then she was even higher, above the mighty Mississippi.”
― Ray Smith, The Magnolia That Bloomed Unseen

“In my old age, I was at last being permitted to make the discovery that lovemaking gets better and better with time, if it's with someone you care for.”
― Patricia Nell Warren, The Front Runner

“Love is a feeling and lovemaking is an art.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“I would like to make love to you every day, Sween. Several times. To take time to indulge in long foreplays, from playing games to cover each other in food and lick it away, and then on to long sessions of lovemaking… In the morning… In the afternoon… At night… Soft, intense, loving, lustful, kinky… Everything. I want us to try everything.”
― Haru Ichiban, Forbidden

“There is no reason to hate anybody, because we came into existence, not by hate-making, but through love-making.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“They allowed the infinite cosmos, infant stars to witness their amalgamation. They fit inside each other, rotating in quiet ritual, adjusting, trying to find the most efficient, most eternal way to become one. Their union echoed across the universe even to planets yet undiscovered by mankind. And even if Earth is destroyed a thousand years from now, the image of them joined beneath a starry sky and bathed in moonlight will ripple outward, echoing until the universe itself collapses.”
― Yarro Rai, Beyond Passion and Dreams: Two Souls. One Fire. No Survivors.

“The same rumour continued: Patroni made love the same way he did everything else – with a long, thin cigar stuck jauntily in the side of his mouth. This was untrue, at least nowadays. Marie, having coped with several pillow fires during their early years in marriage- drawing on her training as a TWA air hostess to extinguish them – had emphatically forbidden any more cigars in bed.”
― Arthur Hailey, Airport

“You're so f-king gorgeous under me.”
― Violet Raven, The Sinful Night: A Steamy Smut-Filled Dark Romance Short Story of Possessive Love, Jealousy & Lust

“In the entire path of love, the steps that lead up to sex are the most slippery, one false step and it could make man slip out of woman’s favor, forever.”
― B.S. Murthy, Benign Flame: Saga of Love

“They closed all space between them, melting into one another until every edge was smoothed, their two bodies a mirrored reflection of shared passion and desire. When they came together, the heat they generated was so bright that it obliterated any walls between them, and there was nowhere they didn't meet.”
― Francesca Serritella, Full Bloom

“As he stroked between my thighs, he trailed his mouth up to my ear, told me with a voice like dark chocolate and smoke that I was everything he'd ever wished for, so perfectly soft and hot and slick on his fingers, how he'd tortured himself in his lonely bed thinking of my sexy little sounds, how hard he was going to fuck me once he made me scream.
"Oh God, Leo, please," I begged as I pushed my hips into his hand.
He groaned. "Yes, that's right. Let me make you feel good, love. Let me give this to you.”
― Sarah Chamberlain, Love Walked In

“In the moonlight her skin looked like a living painting, and he wanted to give her all the pleasure he could. His mind went blank at the sight of Rosemary beneath him, her hair messy, her cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kisses and the look of utter need in her eyes.
It was the kind of thing that you remembered right at the end of it all: proof that you'd lived a life worth living. He buried himself deep into her. His body was made for it, for her.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright