Steve Miller Quotes

If you want my body and you think I'm sexy come on sugar let me know.

What woman wouldn't want to be pursued in a flattering, non-physically threatening way by a gorgeous, fascinating, intelligent man? Being wanted, desired, being the focus of a man's aspirations, his goal, his grail - the one companion he must have to live contentedly - is one of the most universal and fundamental of female wishes.

Friendship language is, 'You look nice tonight.' Desire language is, 'You look hot tonight.'

Knowing someone desires you is the greatest aphrodisiac

I don’t think I’m making myself very clear Low,” he’d lowered his voice and the effect made goose bumps break out over my body. “I was only interested in one person at that bar last night. I only came to see one person,” he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and softly caressed my earlobe before tracing the line of my jaw. “I was there for you.

Endeavors that help me satisfy you, my goddess of desire, pleasure, and corny one-liners.

I'm into the girls fancying me and stuff, mad for it.

I love to flirt, and I've never met a man I didn't like.

Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

I don't think I picked up the guitar in the first place as a way of getting women. There are probably better ways of doing it.

Flirting is the gentle art of making a man feel pleased with himself.

I actually fall for guys when they're a bit all over me!

I don't know what flirting is, really. Sometimes in women, friendliness comes across as flirting. That is not what it is.

I don't have an issue finding guys attractive.

… you have the ability to give magnificent gentle kisses, or that I love your tan lines or that I love the curve of your hips, the erotic beauty of you holding yourself (or two magnificent parts of yourself) in the faded glow of the night's light. but hey, that would be going into sexual details...

I love you garb’d but naked, more!

I like kissable lips. A woman's lips must say, 'Come here and kiss me, Pops.'

Nicki Minaj, I'm at MTV. I'm going to be honest with you: I love you. I like you. I want you; I want you to be mine. Only reason I'm not telling you this face to face is because I understand that you're busy.

Maybe he sees it on my face, that fraction of a second when I let my guard down, because in that moment his expression softens and his eyes go bright as flame and even though I barely see him move, suddenly he has closed the space between us and he’s wrapping his warm hands over my shoulders—fingers so warm and strong I almost cry out—and saying, “Lena. I like you, okay? That’s it. That’s all. I like you.” His voice is so low and hypnotic it reminds me of a song. I think of predators dropping silently from trees: I think of enormous cats with glowing amber eyes, just like his.

Dead or not, you must be bored with women telling you how you look like the hottest, most exotic wet dream they’ve ever had. No wonder the thought of you, grapes, and some scented massage oils crossed my mind – and if you drop that towel again, I’m going to need a cold shower.

"Where should I apply Perfume?" a young lady asked. "Where you want to be kissed."

The little things that you do From across the room I see you sendin' me clues They're in the way You make me move

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.

Baby booty, juicy fruity, truck stop cutie, road side beauty, I'm in love with you.

Adrian smiled and clasped my hands, taking a few steps toward me. "And as for who you are, you’re the same beautiful, brave, and ridiculously smart caffeinated fighter you’ve been since the day I met you.” Finally, he put “beautiful” at the top of his list of adjectives. Not that I should have cared. “Sweet talker,” I scoffed. “You didn’t know anything about me the first time we met.” “I knew you were beautiful,” he said. “I just hoped for the rest.