Top Eroticism Quotes

We fell into each other’s arms and kissed like we were coming up for air after being underwater for days. The melding of our mouths was sweeter than oxygen. We took huge, deep gulps of each other as w...

There's more to the erotic life than explicitness.

Eroticism Definition

(n.) Erotic quality.

I’ve wanted you since the moment you first turned up here four months ago,” he whispered, “I have to have you.

She loved the fact he was older than her and more experienced, he had so much to teach her and she couldn’t wait to learn.

I want to take you under the moonlight.

It is as if we need to be reminded of convention in order properly to appreciate the wonder of being unguarded...

So don't be too fast to attribute yourself with miraculous sexual powers, The Christ of Love. Emma and I created you out of nothing, or very little, and in all fairness, You owe us everything. While y...

Oh Dick, you eroticise what you're not, secretly hoping that the other person knows what you're performing and that they're performing too.

I believe eros dwells in our innermost being as the spirit of creative expression. To me, eros is a great path that we must walk, a song we listen to, a game that we hunt and enjoy, a lesson to learn,...

Most of the books of erotic poetry available today are either too old or are big anthologies covering the same poets and poems. There is a lack of new and original work. Most of us have read something...

Love is the true state of the human heart. When we love, we unguard our hearts. We open ourselves up to the world with- out any restraint. When passion flows, desires stir, our earthy senses become du...

She felt the cold blast from the sterile air conditioning on her bare arms and thighs, as she ambled down the center of the shopping complex's ground floor.The scene was a swirl of candy bright lights...

Sex is like an atom bomb. A potent weapon which fascinates and frightens. We're afraid to let it loose, yet we all have our finger on the button.”--Zeena Schreck, Cuir Underground: Sado-Magic for Sata...

Poetry is a naked woman, a naked man, and the distance between them.

We were a galaxy exploding into a million pieces, creating a whole new world, as we crashed against each other on the soft surface of his mattress, a cloud in the darkness, our bodies finally falling...

Fuck me,” I whispered, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness.