Gena Showalter Quotes

Familiarity with your lover is what initially makes sex really good.

I do want love. Genuine love.

The only people who make love all the time are liars.

I'm not really much of a shopper. I have to say that I'd definitely prefer good sex. What makes good sex? Oh my god. I think you need to feel free and you have to really trust the other person. And you have to have that strange, mysterious chemical connection.

I write about sex, not love. What do I know about love?

The best kind of kinky sex is to have kinky sex with your wife or husband, the person you love.

Obviously, in dealing with a relationship, sexuality has to be involved, and jealousy and emotions like that. And I don't know, I've always been intrigued by those emotions.

There's nothing more human than two people making love.

I believe in feeling connected. Love is something that grows, that comes from nourishment; it builds. But there is a great feeling that happens, that is telling you, I don't want to leave this room!

All who love are conspirators.

I think the song itself, 'Smoke and Fire,' is just a metaphor for the feelings that you feel in a relationship.

I have been driven by romance my whole life because I crave the intimacy that comes with that.

Linking With You' is about being in love with somebody and obsessing about 'playing the game' right.

When I was in B2K, we were just talking about love, being in love. But now I'm talking about being intimate, understanding what love really is about.

We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in which the whole being can participate.

with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.

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.

Love would never leave us alone

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.

Come sleep with me: We won't make Love,Love will make us.

Yet losing him seemed unbearable. He was the one she loved, the one she would always love, and as he leaned in to kiss her, she gave herself over to him. While he held her close, she ran her hands over his shoulders and back, feeling the strength in his arms. She knew he’d wanted more in their relationship than she’d been willing to offer, but here and now, she suddenly knew she had no other choice. There was only this moment, and it was theirs.

True intimacy, the exchange of affection between two people who are not lying, is transforming.

And now, as I'm lying alone in my own bed, I keep thinking about writhing against him last night, naked and vulnerable. Even after we'd both risen and fallen, peaked and plummeted, even after Marcus was physically shrinking from inside me, I couldn't stop clutching, crying, trying. Trying to pull him deeper, deeper, deeper within. Trying to make him more a part of me than I am myself.

From the look of us, you'd never know we slept in the same bed last night and made out like the world was going to end if we stopped.

A year. A thousand kisses. And now a thousand one, a thousand two. There are so many other place we could have ended up, but I have to believe none of them would have felt this right. "All I want is you" is not entirely true. I want so much more, and with you I think I can get it.