Quotes About Soft Skin

#1. It is the tenderness that breaks our hearts. The loveliness that leaves us stranded on the shore, watching the boats sail away. It is the sweetness that makes us want to reach out and touch the soft skin of another person. And it is the grace that comes to us, undeserving though we may be.

Robert Goolrick

#2. The structure of your organism, of your senses and nerves, endows the world with all its sensible and measurable properties - for rocks cannot seem to be hard except in relation to soft skin.

Alan W. Watts

#3. Her unintended striptease was all the more sensual because Belle was lowering her stocking with agonizing slowness not because she had an audience but because she seemed to love the feel of the silk sliding along her soft skin.

Julia Quinn

#4. I've missed this." He leans in and licks the soft skin just below my ear. "When I don't have you, I'm dreaming of fucking you, tasting your lips, and hearing you scream my name while you come all over my tongue.

Michelle A. Valentine

#5. Diego thought about the night before, about the first breaths of morning chasing them from that old abandoned building, his arms twisted around her waist, finger's trembling against the soft skin of her hip as they stood within the ruins of a war Liliana would never understand.

Laekan Zea Kemp

#6. I was wrong." Taz whispered against her soft skin as he tried to process what in the hell was going on with him. "It's not me that's dangerous, it's you.

Avery Flynn

#7. Had my father loved my mother? He never spoke of her. I always imagined a traditional marriage between them--one built with the strong bones of respect, but stripped of the soft skin of love.

Kay Honeyman

#8. It is not your beautiful face or soft skin that kills me; it is your simplicity and being you.

M.F. Moonzajer

#9. Aaron flicked his fingers at her. "Eyes, lips, tits, soft skin, hair, vanilla scent, ass, tits again, then your scar. You telling me about it won't change the order. Your eyes have me first regardless.

T.S. Joyce

#10. It made him crazy, looking down into her beautiful eyes, at her creamy soft skin, knowing he couldn't touch her.

Trinity Faegen

#11. It's a duress I'll never regret succumbing to," he murmured as his hands caressed the soft skin of her shoulders. "It gave me you. I never thought I could love someone so much that I'd be willing to let them go to keep them safe.

Monica Burns

#12. I do not have a beautiful face, soft skin or a pretty smile, but I know how to inspire a bunch of pretty and lovely girls.

M.F. Moonzajer

#13. He is lost in Agamemnon and Odysseus' wily double meanings, their lies and games of power. They have confounded him, tied him to a stake and baited him. I stroke the soft skin of his forehead. I would untie him if I could. If he would let me.

Madeline Miller

#14. He pressed his lips to her shoulder, whispering along her soft skin, "I'm right where I want to be.

Lisa Kessler

#15. Julia ... do you feel how much you own me?" I moaned against the soft skin of her neck, her pulse beating wildly against my lips. So sweet and alive. "But you're mine. You own me, but you've always been mine.

Kahlen Aymes

#16. Slowly, though, my fingers savoring the familiar soft skin. And then I let her go. I let her go all the way then, because she's my best friend. And because I care way too much to hurt her any more than I already have by keeping her close.

Lauren Layne

#17. Scarlett pressed down on the tip of the blade. A single drop of ruby blood welled. Carefully Julian brought her finger to his mouth, and when his soft lips touched her skin the entire world shattered into a million shards of colored glass.

Stephanie Garber

#18. Her skin is soft and delicate, like granules of sand that I would thread between my fingers. However my fear in that like the sand, she'll slip through my fingers and all I'll have of her is this single moment.

M.L. Steinbrunn

#19. What did you drop?"
"Nothing. Stand aside, Empress."
"So you were hiding."
He set his jaw, and I noticed his face was freshly shaved. It made his skin look soft.
"I've places to be," he growled. "So if you don't step outta my way, I will move your imperial figure myself.

Susan Dennard

#20. Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.

Margaret Atwood

#21. When he lifted her arm and bit into the delicate skin on her inner bicep, she gasped. He followed the bite with a soft, lingering kiss, then helped her straighten up and turned her around to face him.

Anonymous

#22. Her skin is soft and skin-colored - not dirt-colored.

Sally Green

#23. I love the smell of you. Sea air, leather, and your skin...all of you." She sewed soft kisses over his chest, inching toward the hollow at the base of his neck. "You'll never be free of me."
His arms tightened like manacles, squeezing her closer. "Never have I wanted to be free of you.

Gina Conkle

#24. My problems are sort of more on a nuisance level. I can't stand scratchy clothes, I've got to have soft kinds of cotton against my skin, and I don't know why some 100% cotton t-shirts itch and others don't; it has something to do with the weave.

Temple Grandin

#25. My mum used Avon Skin So Soft oil when I was younger. She would have a bath, and then the smell used to fill the whole house.

Abbey Clancy

#26. At first, the pinpricks felt like hot fly bites down the soft white skin over her spine and along her shoulders. The first time Rina flinched, the mage had admonished her harshly. She hadn't moved again.

Victor Gischler

#27. We fall asleep as close as ears of wheat: chest to back, fingers entwined. I kiss the skin at the nape of her neck, soft like rabbit fur. I dream of nothing.

Kirsty Logan

#28. A radiant glow enveloped Alaura. Soft eruptions of various shades of effervescent green danced in the air and frolicked in the locks of her dark blonde hair. Whispers of yellows and blues revealed themselves near the skin, kissing the air with each leap.

Diane Lynn McGyver

#29. And then there was her face: her white skin, her brown eyes, and her expression, so soft and beautiful; she looked as though she were constantly getting ready to ask a question. Even an immaculately crafted doll could not have been as lovely.

Natsuo Kirino

#30. Her skin glowed in dawn's soft light sneaking in through curtains, and she stretched her arms up toward the ceiling in a move that elongated everything above her waist and below his belt.

Avery Flynn

#31. Anyway, she sings like a mad tropical bird, and it's just a fondue of molten wanting and grieving and the sadness of the large naked swinging breasts and soft olive skin and everything that you wish you could remember and feel and know.

Nicholson Baker

#32. Something I had always known - the way I knew my skin was the color brown of a nut rubbed repeatedly with a soft cloth, or the way I knew my own name - something I took completely for granted, "the sun is shining, the air is warm," was not so.

Jamaica Kincaid

#33. You're everything. You're... You're chaos and order and everything between. Like sunshine kept back by clouds. Like the entire world's imploded inside you, but all I see are the stars are sewn into your skin. You're filled with soft, dark music. I hear it all the time. Your music.

Tara Sim

#34. The paint has a skin to it, here taut and glossy, there wrinkled, abraded, scarred. It is pierced, abraded, scraped. A line drawn through it will go through half a dozen states, from the furry bloom of crusted charcoal to a blind furrow, cutting a channel in to soft paint below.

Andrew Forge

#35. The feeling of his lips on my skin and his hand just below my breasts sent shivers through my body. I ran my hands through his soft hair, slipping in a kiss as he ran his tongue up my neck. His lips met mine again.

Julia Crane

#36. The colors of living things begin to fade with the last breath, and the soft, springy skin and supple muscle rot within weeks. But the bones sometimes remain, faithful echoes of the shape, to bear some last faint witness to the glory of what was.

Diana Gabaldon

#37. When I hold him for just a second, like this, and feel how soft his skin is. How furry he is in front, and so big too. It's sort of like hugging a really lovely bear, only without the word in there that I'm absolutely not doing. I'm not hugging him, all right?

Charlotte Stein

#38. She is beautiful, soft hair nearly midnight in color, large eyes nearly as dark, and ivory skin like the petals of the lily, and she wore a fragrance of jasmine. But 'tis her willfulness that I enjoyed the most. And her resourcefulness.

Terry Spear

#39. Mike took a deep breath and locked all his muscles in place, so he didn't follow her. His fingers tingled where he had touched her skin, it was so soft, he'd never felt anything as soft.

Amanda Clark

#40. I love silent conversations accompanied by a soft caress on my skin and my head on your chest listening to your heart desires.

Nomthandazo Tsembeni

#41. If you're successful, acting is about as soft a job as anybody could ever wish for. But if you're unsuccessful it's worse than having a skin disease.

Marlon Brando

#42. Yukiko stared back at him. Slurred words and a soft stare, that stupefied, slack-jawed look slinking over his face and turning his skin to gray. An anesthetic, numbing the pain of well deserved loss.

Jay Kristoff

#43. Heroin spread that soft blanket over everything. But once the blanket was ripped off, it took a layer of skin with it, leaving nothing but nerve ends screaming in the breeze.

Jerry Stahl

#44. The soft wool blend of his sweater felt itchy compared to his skin.
Even though we'd been together all night, I couldn't get over the
feel of him, his taste, that potent, delicious smell of his neck. I was
higher than a fan at a Bob Marley concert.

Ophelia London

#45. The blades touched my abdomen. A cold shock ran through me, and my head began to spin. If he had pressed just a bit harder, the scissors might have pierced my soft belly. The skin would have peeled back, the fat beneath laid bare. Blood would have dripped on the bedspread.

Yoko Ogawa

#46. His whole face was soft now. He brushed the tears from my cheek with his lips. "That doesn't mean anything to me," he breathed against my skin. "You will always be the most beautiful thing in my world. Ofcourse ... " He hesitated, flinching slightly ...

Stephenie Meyer

#47. How could any woman's skin be so soft? It was as if the world had never touched her.

Meredith Duran

#48. Even she hair itself rough and wiry; long black knotty locks springing from she scalp and corkscrewing all the way down she back ...
The only thing soft about Tan-Tan is she big molasses-brown eyes that could look on you, and your heart would beat time ...

Nalo Hopkinson

#49. The sweetness of his breath whispering past my cheek and ear, as his soft, sure lips warmly grace my skin, makes my stomach feel like a thousand dainty butterflies swirled into flight.

Lucy Lacefield

#50. You skin is so soft. Smells like ... "
She had to tilt him to get this other arm free and hated knowing how badly she was hurting him as she did so. "Sheer, unadulterated fear?

Cherry Adair

#51. But they were different. Weary, not sweet. The skin above Jed's eyes fell soft, releasing the worries before they could stick.

Charles M. Blow

#52. He leaned down and kissed my forehead. The soft melody of his lips was calming. I closed my eyes. I could smell his human skin, his human breath, his human hair, and for the first time, I would give anything to be human too.

Alysha Speer

#53. The calluses on your feet in space will eventually fall off. So, the bottoms of your feet become very soft like newborn baby feet. But the top of my feet develop rough alligator skin because I use the top of my feet to get around here on space station when using foot rails.

Scott Kelly

#54. The girl who I will marry will have a heart so wise that in the hollow of her eyes my heart will want to tarry. The girl who will be mine will have skin so soft and tender, and when it comes December, her skin will be my wine.

Jacques Brel

#55. all the words
all the poems
know
my warm, soft spots.

Sanober Khan

#56. words
like mysterious mermaids
come and live permanently
in the soft sweeps
and scars of my skin.

Sanober Khan

#57. Not that this woman would need chains to capture a man's attention under normal circumstances. Her milky skin,soft eyes,and that mad riot of reddish-gold corkscrew curls that gave her a pixie-like appearance would see to the task.

Karen Witemeyer

#58. The first touch of Zane's tongue to the soft, sensitive skin at the crease of Ty's thigh and groin made his entire body shudder.

Abigail Roux

#59. Warriorship is so tender, without skin, without tissue, naked and raw. It is soft and gentle. You have renounced putting on a new suit of armor. You have renounced growing a thick, hard skin. You are willing to expose naked flesh, bone and marrow to the world.

Chogyam Trungpa

#60. I've noticed that maybe my skin isn't as soft as it used to be when I was a younger. It's just not there anymore. I travel so much, and my skin gets so dry.

Christine Teigen

#61. She was here, with him, and she felt like heaven. The soft scent of her hair, the slight taste of salt on her skin - she was, he thought, born to rest in the shelter of his arms. And he was born to hold her.
-Benedict's thoughts

Julia Quinn

#62. I am inspired by anything beautiful. Sometime it's a pair of eyes or flowing gorgeous hair, other times it's the sky or a sunset. I've been inspired by supple skin or the texture of a soft shirt.

Nadine Velazquez

#63. Matrona imagined her flush was made of thousands of biting ants, and the soft breeze blew them off her skin as she walked, carrying them back into the wood.

Charlie N. Holmberg

#64. If I were there, Carrie, I would need to feel how soft the skin on the inside of your thighs is, first, how hot it is at that place where your thigh curves into your pussy. I love that place. I would kiss it first, but then lick it, inhale you.

Mary Ann Rivers

#65. He pressed a soft kiss down on the skin. I melted into a pool of desire, concealing it behind a demure smile. For such an innocent gesture, it overflowed with eroticism. My imagination was already running naked. I meant wild. My fully clothed imagination ran wild.

Sera Bright

#66. Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.

Jennifer Estep

#67. I lowered my mouth to her ear. "That sound you make when I touch you, I want to hear it." My hand slid beneath her t-shirt, and my thumb trailed beneath her bra and across the bare skin of her breast.
A soft sigh fell from her lips.
My tongue traced her ear. "That's it.

Tess Oliver

#68. His heart hurt, like it was being squeezed in an iron fist. He heard some kind of sound come out of his throat, and then he wrapped her up tight in his arms and tucked his head against her neck, letting the soft warmth of her skin soothe him.

Susan Fanetti

#69. He cupped my face between his hands, and when our lips touched, his skin felt soft and warm. It was the smallest,
gentlest, most earth-shattering kiss in the long and glorious history of kisses, and it took my breath away.

Antony John

#70. I had been gullible, naive, soft, pliable. That's why I got taken advantage of. To survive, you have to have a tough skin.

Tia Carrere

#71. The sky's gray and there's mizzle. It's so soft on my skin
it's nothing like rain. It's even softer than the lightest drizzle! Lift my face up, so it can kiss my skin. The Panopticon

Jenn Fagan

#72. (Happiness smelled like Park's house. Like Skin So Soft and all four food groups.)

Rainbow Rowell

#73. Lancelet's skin was so soft - she had thought all men were like Arthur, sunburnt and hairy, but his body was smooth as a child's.

Marion Zimmer Bradley

#74. I thought about the warm skin and soft hair and hands of someone living, someone who was far cleverer and funnier than I would ever be and who still couldn't see a better future than to obliterate himself.

Jojo Moyes

#75. Magic waited for me in the morning dew of this brand new day. And silence sang, so soft and low. It touched my sun dappled skin and kissed my parted lips.

Brandi L. Bates

#76. but on this night
the universe is crawling
on skin soft with expectation
and I have untied silk rhymes
lifting the bluebird's cleavage
you might as well have caged it
between your colored doubts

Silva Zanoyan Merjanian

#77. Her perfume enveloped him as he reached for her. His hands smoothed over soft fabric before finding the warmth of her skin. She lifted her mouth to his and kissed him hungrily, greedily.
She tasted so good. Like sin. Like every dirty thought he'd ever had.

Sarah Mayberry

#78. I'm picky about skin care because I hate perfumes or anything that says 'It will take away all the lines on your face.' I don't want to do that. But I do use Kiehl's and this skin cream called Restorsea because it makes my skin look nice and feel soft.

Justine Bateman

#79. He crooked a finger beneath her chin and lifted until she met his gaze. Her skin was just as soft as he remembered, and her lips just as full. Only the distress in her eyes was new. At least that was something he could fix

Leah Braemel

#80. I love cleansing my face in the mornings and at night using Bliss Foaming Facial Wash. It makes my skin feel soft, and the refreshing smell always wakes me up.

Bethany Mota

#81. Women should not feel obliged towards any men for eternity. They earned this privilege by gathering berries, digging roots, picking wild rice, and chewing the skin to make it soft for 999 thousand years, while the men were having fun in the open chasing deer and fighting among themselves.

Vinko Vrbanic

#82. Ants under the skin. As Rhage transferred his weight from one shitkicker to the other, he felt like his bloodstream had come to a soft boil and the bubbles were tickling the underside of every fucking square inch of his flesh.

J.R. Ward

#83. That soft seduction of need and want, an equation of dependence that eases under the skin, so slow and sweet, only to lay a man open at the very time he most needs his strength.

Mark Lawrence

#84. The kindness she'd offered had been as warm and soft as skin, as soothing as calm water, as sustaining as the sunlight he no longer knew.

J.R. Ward

#85. Did you know that your mouth, your skin, is so soft? All week, every time I've thought about it, my hands feel like they're buzzing. I love your hair. I love that it's short and so when I put my fingers through it, I can feel your whole nape bust out in goose pimples.

Mary Ann Rivers

#86. The candle's flame washed her in a sensual bath of pulsating light, and Hans became entranced by the soft glow upon her skin.

Nicki Elson

#87. God, make me a man with thick skin and a soft heart. Make me a man who is tough and tender. Make me tough so I can handle life. Make me tender so I can love people. God, make me a man.

Darrin Patrick

#88. Before I slowly lower myself on top of you and our hands become curious and brave. Before my fingers slip under the hem of your shirt. Before my hand begins to explore its way up your stomach, and I discover I've never touched skin as soft as yours.

Colleen Hoover

#89. The African specialist Nahid Toubia puts it plain [when speaking of female genital mutilation]: In a man it would range from amoutation of most of the penis, to removal of all the penis, its roots of soft tissue and part of the scrotal skin.

Eve Ensler

#90. He's a contradiction: taut magic coiled to strike, gentleness at war with severity, a tongue as sharp as a whip's edge, yet skin so soft he could be swathed in clouds.

A.G. Howard

#91. I could tell them about the different kinds of rain, pouring rain that's perfect for when you want to stay inside and watch a movie or read, or piercing rain that feels like needles on your skin, or soft summer rain that makes your first kiss with your first love all the sweeter. ~ Amy

Beth Revis

#92. Skin is soft; it takes what you do to it.

Maggie Nelson

#93. I want to be able to feel you," he whispers, his words at my ear. "I want your skin against mine." His gentle hands move down my body. "Gosh, you're so soft," he says, his voice husky with emotion.

Tahereh Mafi

#94. My skin is soft, but my heart is cruel, and my bite is deadly.

Nawal El Saadawi

#95. He worships my skin, and makes soft noises that speak louder than most of the words he's ever said. Like this, he's mine. Completely. It's so clear in the way he watches me. As if he's looking for every new milestone of pleasure while he convinces all of my nerve endings to dance for him.

Leisa Rayven

#96. Travis lifted me off the ground, twirling me around.
"Happy birthday, Pigeon," he said with a soft expression.
I stared into his warm, brown eyes for a moment, feeling lost inside of them. The room was frozen in time as we stared at each other, so close I could feel his breath on my skin.

Jamie McGuire

#97. I'm sure the makers of Downy would be pleased to know that their product makes even mummified human skin soft and fragrant.

William M. Bass

#98. Nothing like the soft touch of a woman. Her smooth skin...or her rough scars.

Brian Katcher

#99. A great fig should look like it's just about to burst its skin. When squeezed lightly it should give a little and not spring back. It must be almost unctuously sweet, soft and wet.

Yotam Ottolenghi

#100. It was all I wanted for the longest time- to open my eyes and see you there. To stretch out my hand and touch the soft, yielding warmth of your skin. But now I have learned the secret of distance. Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.

Lang Leav