Lana Del Rey Quotes

I love a bit of passion.

Are you prepared for the storm of lovemaking with which you will be assailed?

Sexual passion is the cause of war and the end of peace, the basis of what is serious... and consequently the concentration of all desire

If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love?

What is love without passion? - A garden without flowers, a hat without feathers, tobogganing without snow.

You…you got rid of that dress fast," I pointed out between heavy breaths. "I thought you liked it." "I do like it," he said. His breathing was as heavy as mine. "I love it." And then he took me to the bed.

Hug me till you drug me, honey; Kiss me till I'm in a coma.

We lie in each other's arms eyes shut and fingers open and all the colors of the world pass through our bodies like strings of fire.

A good love is delicious, you can't get enough too soon.

His kisses were gifts. He kissed with everything he had, with power and passion and hunger and love. He held nothing back, giving everything, exposing everything.

Physical love is unthinkable without violence.

Some call me a gangster of love

Tenderness is the rest of passion.

Tell me some true things about fighting.''Tell me you love me.''I love you,' the girl said. 'You can publish it in the Gazzettino if you like. I love your hard, flat body and your strange eyes that frighten me when they become wicked. I love your hand and all your other wounded places.

I don't want you to cook my bread, I don't want you to make my bed. I don't want you to because I'm sad and blue, I just want to make love to you.

How do I look?" Amanda asked. Jack shook his head ruefully as he glanced at her. No one could mistake the remaining flush on her cheeks, or the soft sparkle of her eyes, or her lusciously swollen mouth, for anything other than the results of physical passion. "Like you've been ravished," he said flatly. She astonished him by smiling. "Hurry, please. I want to go inside my house and consult a looking glass. I've always wanted to know what a ravished woman looks like.

Don't stint on foreplay - or afterplay. Be inventive!

I kissed her hard and held her tight and tried to open her lips; they were closed tight.

I hope before long to press you in my arms and shall shower on you a million burning kisses as under the Equator.

I’ve missed you,” he whispers softly. The air between them is electric as he leans in, gently brushing his lips against her neck. In the next room, the guests complain about the sudden increase in temperature. Fans are drawn from colorful bags, fluttering like tropical birds.

Kiss me like you want to be loved.

Love is an irreresisistible desire to be irresistibily desired.

She touched my hand what a chill I got, her lips are like a volcano that's hot.

He was raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He was sweet blood after a long hunt. How could she have mistaken Aiden's kisses for this? They had been delicious and smooth like the brief comfort of chocolate, but they had never been enough.

She would try to relieve the pain of love by first roughly rubbing her dry lips against mine; then my darling would draw away with a nervous toss of her hair, and then again come darkly near and let me feed on her open mouth, while with a generosity that was ready to offer her everything, my heart, my throat, my entrails, I gave her to hold in her awkward first the scepter of my passion.