love-making

We thought everything would be forgotten, but I still remember yourclaws running down my back.I wonder if you still think about us,the way I do.How our legs would crash into each other in the middle of the night, and how we endedup creating the moon in the confines of our beds.

Our lips were for each other and our eyes were full of dreams. We knew nothing of travel and we knew nothing of loss. Ours was a world of eternal spring, until the summer came.

_, Muse of the Heart__ Passion,let me relive my Love__ memory,to remember her body, so brave and so free,and the sound of my Dreameress singing to me,and the scent of my Dreameress sleeping by me,_, sing, sweet Muse, my soliloquy!

First law of pleasurable love-making in the long run, is that you don't keep naked pictures of your partner on your phone.

No words. Just my finger pointing in silence. My finger silently saying, __nwrap me, darling.

_, Wanderess, WanderessWhen did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?

You may be theoretically rich but practically poor.

For what it's worth, I think perfect love stories have perfect disasters hidden somewhere. If a genuine relationship comes out of two people screwing before they saw the potential of the 'relationship'? Its perfect, beautiful, a work of art in fact.. Normal is overrated.

Love making is much more than physical expression, it is a soulful dance of sensual wonder and euphoric amazement.

The brain appears to possess a special area which we might call poetic memory and which records everything that charms or touches us, that makes our lives beautiful. From the time he met Tereza, no woman had the right to leave the slightest impression on that part of his brain.Tereza occupied his poetic memory like a despot and exterminated all other trace of other women. That was unfair, because the young woman he made love to on the rug during the storm was not a bit less worthy of poetry than Tereza. She shouted, __lose your eyes! Squeeze my hips! Hold me tight!; she could not stand it that when Tomas made love he kept his eyes open, focused and observant, his body ever so slightly arched above her, never pressing against her skin. She did now want him to study her. She wanted to draw him into the magic stream that may be entered only with closed eyes. [..] She wanted to merge with him. [..] 'It__ not sensual pleasure I__ after,_ she would say, 'it__ happiness. And pleasure without happiness is not pleasure._ In other words, she was pounding on the gate of his poetic memory. But the gate was shut. There was no room for her in his poetic memory. There was room for her only on the rug.

There is no such thing as __aginal orgasm_ vs. __litoral orgasm_. The entire ring of tissues that surrounds the vaginal opening is connected to the clitoris by nerves and blood vessels. Ultimately all these tissues together are responsible for the female orgasm. This entire erogenous zone is often referred to as the __ing of fire_.

There was no world, no land, no god or heaven or earth outside of their two bodies naked and trembling in the act of love.

The only self control I have when I am with you is that I am with you.

Discipline your sexuality for it has the proclivity to cause a productivity that can influence now and posterity.

Take control from the moment you step in her place. She'll be pleasantly surprised and impressed.

Through sexual intimacy, two human beings become one mind, body and soul wrapped up in the cocoon of their skin.

All that two lovers want, is to be one with the other in a moment of ecstasy.

To a woman sexual intimacy is more a tool to get mentally close to her partner than merely a means to physical pleasure.