Anita Loos Quotes

i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs, and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new.

I've always loved kissing. We all do, don't we?

Lovemaking seems all too absurd when described.

Kissing - and I mean like, yummy, smacking kissing - is the most delicious, most beautiful and passionate thing that two people can do, bar none. Better than sex, hands down.

Kissing someone is pretty intimate, actually very intimate, and your heart always kind of skips a beat before you do that.

I think that making love is the best form of exercise.

I love gross kissing. I think it's the most fun thing to do.

You should be kissed everyday, every hour, every minute.

With a gentle pressure, our lips met. His hands slipped more firmly about me, and I held myself back, not afraid, but wanting to feel everything slowly as I leaned in, tasting the wine on him, feeling the warmth of his body pressing into mine, breathing in our scents that were mingling and changing with the warmth. My hands rose to find his hair, and I relaxed into him as the silky strands brushed through my fingers. I wanted more, and I leaned into him as our lips moved against each other.

I lifted onto my toes, put my hands aroung his neck, and pulled him down. When our lips met, that first jolt... It was everything I hadn't felt with Simon, everything I wanted to feel. His hands went around my waist, pulling me closer--

When you make love, you must be making love.

He had no plans, no definite intentions, except to kiss her lips again, to hold her in his arms.

I want to kiss you again, Tess.” “Why?” He chuckled, low under his breath. “Why? Because you’re beautiful, and because I want you. And I think you want me too.

Kisses all on her body, she tells me live in the moment

You were made to be kissed, often and well.

Because you need me," he said, drawing in his breath as she squirmed against him. "Just as I need you." He crushed his mouth to hers. "I've needed you for years." Another kiss, this one deep and drugging, his tongue searching her intimately

It's the right time of the night for making love.

The conversation of kisses. Subtle, engrossing, fearless, transforming.

I don't make love by kissing, I make love by dancing.

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.

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.

We kissed each other, long and deep, while my legs opened like the covers of a book.

A kiss is like singing into someone's mouth.

I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can't love and do nothing.

Why watch someone kissing when people really close their eyes when they kiss?