Anaïs Nin: “I want my eroticism mixed with love. And deep love one does not often experience.”
e·rot·i·cism (noun) : 1 · the quality or character of being erotic. // sexual desire or excitement.
Definition of Eroticism:
Eroticism (from the Greek ἔρως, eros — “desire”) is a quality that causes sexual feelings, as well as a philosophical contemplation concerning the aesthetics of sexual desire, sensuality and romantic love. That quality may be found in any form of artwork, including painting, sculpture, photography, drama, film, music or literature. ― Wikipedia
The Encyclopédie of 1755 describes an erotic “is an epithet which is applied to everything with a connection to the love of the sexes; one employs it particularly to characterize…a dissoluteness, an excess.” Early definitions of the eroticism are as some form of sensual or romantic love or as the human sex drive (libido) because of the nature of what is erotic is fluid.
“Eroticism, unlike simple sexual activity, is a psychological quest…eroticism is assenting to life even in death.” ― Bataille
Cosmic Quotes: Eroticism on Literature
“The erotic is a measure between the beginnings of our sense of self and the chaos of our strongest feelings. It is an internal sense of satisfaction to which, once we have experienced it, we know we can aspire.” ― Audre Lorde, Uses of the Erotic: The Erotic as Power
“Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine
Person between and closed on it tight as I could.
The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine.
Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood.
I stroked the lobes of his ears, the back of his head
And the broad shoulders. I took bold hold of the compact
Globes of his bottom. We tottered. He fell on the bed.
Lips parted, eyes closed, he lay there, ripe for the act.”
― W. H. Auden, The Platonic Blow
“He crushes me so hard that I shall break, frail little creature that I know I am; but once he is in me nothing else exists, and I could have my four limbs cut away without awakening from my ecstasy.” ― Pierre Louÿs, The Songs of Bilitis
To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
“I had a feeling that Pandora’s box contained the mysteries of woman’s sensuality, so different from a man’s and for which man’s language was so inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored.”
― Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus
“I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports…. When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.” ― Gustave Flaubert, letter to his wife Louise Colet, 1846
“Pillowed upon my fair love’s ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever — or else swoon in death.”
― John Keats, Bright Star
“We’re getting along so well; I trust you so much for this one second that I’m going to let you yank on me.” ― Robert Sapolsky, A Primate’s Memoir
“You are the one
I am lit for.
Come with your rod
and is a serpent.
I am the bush.
I am burning
I am not consumed.”
― Lucille Clifton, To a Dark Moses
“Now and then, an inch below the water’s surface, the muscles of his stomach tightened involuntarily as he recalled another detail. A drop of water on her upper arm. Wet. An embroidered flower, a simple daisy, sewn between the cups of her bra. Her breasts wide apart and small. On her back, a mole half covered by a strap. When she climbed out of the pond a glimpse of the triangular darkness her knickers were supposed to conceal. Wet. He saw it, he made himself see it again. The way her pelvic bones stretched the material clear of the skin, the deep curve of her waist, her startling whiteness. When she reached for her skirt, a carelessly raised foot revealed a patch of soil on each pad of her sweetly diminished toes. Another mole the size of a farthing on her thigh and something purplish on her calf–a strawberry mark, a scar. Not blemishes. Adornments.” ― Ian McEwan, Atonement
“Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred,
Then another thousand, then a second hundred,
Then yet another thousand followed by a hundred,
Then when we have made many more thousand kisses,
We’ll jumble them all up, so that we cannot know,
And no malign evil-wisher can envy us
When he knows how many kisses we have enjoyed.”
― William Shakespeare , Venus and Adonis
“You know how it is when two souls meet in a burst of ecstatic volubility, with hearts tickling to hear and to tell, to know everything, to reveal everything, the shared reverence for the other’s otherness, a feeling of solitude radiantly snapped by full contact — all that?” ― London Fields by Martin Amis
Lips unused to thee—
Bashful—sip thy jasmines—
As the fainting bee—
Reaching late his flower,
Round her chamber hums—
Counts his nectars—alights—
And is lost in balms!
― Emily Dickinson, Come slowly, Eden
The moment eternal – just that and no more –
When ecstasy’s utmost we clutch at the core
While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
― Robert Browning
“I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.” ― Pablo Neruda
“Whatever happens with us, your body
will haunt mine — tender, delicate
the live, insatiate dance of your nipples in my mouth —
your touch on me, firm, protective, searching
me out, your strong tongue and slender fingers
reaching where I had been waiting years for you
in my rose-wet cave — whatever happens, this is.”
― Adrienne Rich
“When she closed her eyes she felt he had many hands, which touched her everywhere, and many mouths, which passed so swiftly over her, and with a wolflike sharpness, his teeth sank into her fleshiest parts. Naked now, he lay his full length over her. She enjoyed his weight on her, enjoyed being crushed under his body. She wanted him soldered to her, from mouth to feet. Shivers passed through her body.” ― Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus
“I felt like an animal, and animals don’t know sin, do they?” ― Jess C. Scott, Wicked Lovely
“When you have indulged a lust, your wing drops off;
you become lame, abandoned by a fantasy.
…People fancy they are enjoying themselves,
but they are really tearing out their wings
for the sake of an illusion.”
“She was darkness and he was darkness and there had never been anything before this time, only darkness and his lips upon her. She tried to speak and his mouth was over hers again. Suddenly she had a wild thrill such as she had never known; joy, fear, madness, excitement, surrender to arms that were too strong, lips too bruising, fate that moved too fast.” ― Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind
“I undressed to climb a tree; my naked thighs embraced the smooth and humid bark; my sandals climbed upon the branches. High up, but still beneath the leaves and shaded from the heat, I straddled a wide-spread fork and swung my feet into the void. It had rained. Drops of water fell and flowed upon my skin. My hands were soiled with the moss and my heels were reddened by the crushed blossoms. I felt the lovely tree living when the wind passed through it; so I locked my legs tighter, and crushed my open lips to the hairy nape of a bough.” ― Pierre Louÿs, The Songs of Bilitis
“Night thickens around us like a wall;
in the deepening darkness our irises meet.
I drink your breath, ah! poisonous yet sweet!,
as with fraternal hands I massage your feet
while night thickens around us like a wall.
I have mastered the sweet but difficult art
of happiness here, with my head in your lap,
finding pure joy in your body, your heart;
because you’re the queen of my present and past
I have mastered love’s sweet but difficult art.”
― Charles Baudelaire, The Balcony
“She tasted sweet, like oranges, liquid sunshine in my mouth as we kissed, our tongues playing together.” ― Selena Kitt, A Baumgartner Reunion
He was whispering over and over again the same phrase, “You have the body of an angel. It is impossible that such a body should have a sex. You have the body of an angel.” The anger swept over Fay like a fever, an anger at his moving his penis away from her hand. She sat up, her hair wild about her shoulders, and said, “I am not an angel, Albert. I am a woman. I want you to love me as a woman.” ― Anaïs Nin, Little Birds
“Being with Mary was different because…he wasn’t the only one who wanted to make love to her. The beast wanted her, too. The beast wanted out so it could take her.” ― J.R. Ward, Lover Eternal
“He was now in that state of fire that she loved. She wanted to be burnt.” ― Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.
I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.
I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,
and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue.”
― Pablo Neruda
“So sweet and delicious do I become,
when I am in bed with a man
who, I sense, loves and enjoys me,
that the pleasure I bring excels all delight,
so the knot of love, however tight
it seemed before, is tied tighter still.”
― Veronica Franco, Poems and Selected Letters
“Fuck me,” I whispered, giving him permission, taking him into my flesh, a soft invitation to madness.” ― Emme Rollins, Dear Rockstar
“I hold my skirt, sash untied
and stand before the window with unpainted eyebrows.
Silk clothes fly open so easily.
If my skirt opens, I’ll blame the spring wind!”
“When I touched her body,
I believed she was God.
In the curves of her form
I found the birth of Man,
the creation of the world,
and the origin of all life.”
― Roman Payne
“I let down my silken hair over my shoulders and open my thighs over my lover.” ― Tzu Yeh
“We were a galaxy exploding into a million pieces, creating a whole new world, as we crashed against each other on the soft surface of his mattress, a cloud in the darkness, our bodies finally falling together like rain.” ― Emme Rollins
“I want my eroticism mixed with love. And deep love one does not often experience.” ― Anaïs Nin
Lady, I will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
until you give
me suddenly a smile, shyly obscene
(Lady I will
touch you with my mind.) Touch
you, that is all,
lightly and you utterly will become
with infinite care
the poem which I do not write.”
― E.E. Cummings
“By the time I’m through sweeping you off your feet, you will be bursting at the seams, begging me to fuck you, never wanting another man inside you again.” ― T.K. Leigh, A Beautiful Mess
“The more hunger, the greater the desires, like those of men in prison, wild and haunting. So we had here a perfect world in which to grow the flower of eroticism. Of course, if you get too hungry, too continuously, you become a bum, a tramp.” ― Anaïs Nin, Little Birds
“Only the united beat of sex and heart together can create ecstasy.” ― Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus