Veronica Franco Quotes

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

The pleasure of love is in the loving; and there is more joy in the passion one feels than in that which one inspires.

The greatest pleasure in life is love.

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.

Sex is a two-way treat.

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

To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth—I count that something of a miracle.

Everyone is having sex until they fall in love. When you fall in love, then it's making love.

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

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

All I want is moonlight, with you there inside of me, all night, doing it again and again. You know I want you so bad.

I am a woman of heart and mind, looking for affection and respect, a little passion.

You were made to be kissed, often and well.

It is not a matter of thinking a great deal but of loving a great deal, so do whatever arouses you most to love.

Anyone who is observant, who discovers the person they have always dreamed of, knows that sexual energy comes into play before sex even takes place. The greatest pleasure isn't sex, but the passion with which it is practiced. When the passion is intense, then sex joins in to complete the dance, but it is never the principal aim.

The pleasure of love is in loving; we are happier in the passion we feel than in what we inspire.

We set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to us.

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

I will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how I offered you what was left of me, and I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.

I want to fill every part of you, breathe the air from your lungs and leave my handprints on your soul. I want to give you more pleasure than you can bear.

The secret ingredient to sex is love.

I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't realize you're on the floor.

You use sex to express every emotion except love.

Oh, yes, that feels so good," I moaned, and instead of punching Ian, pulled him closer. Breath tickled my neck as he laughed. "I know. I'm truly gifted.