Top 58 Touch My Skin Quotes
#1. The pain could touch my skin, but no deeper. And if that was because there wasn't anything left inside, all the better.
Pepper Winters
#2. I always have a lot of vents and slits in the clothes I design, even inside the pockets so that I can slip my hands inside my clothes and touch my skin. I want to be able to feel my body naked inside my clothes.
Sonia Rykiel
#3. I live there...
Far above the song-filled clouds,
where the dewdrops touch my skin so bare
I live there.
Sanober Khan
#4. I'm lying in my bed, blanket is warm, this body will never keep me safe from harm. I still feel your hair, black ribbons of coal. Touch my skin to keep me whole. If only you'd come back to me. To feel you at my side, wouldn't need no Mojo Pin to keep me satisfied.
Jeff Buckley
#5. You're beautiful," Archer murmured, his husky voice rolling over my skin. He reached up with his other hand to touch the blue streak in my hair. "You're like a creature from some exotic land that no one has discovered yet.
Nina Lane
#6. Her touch was as soft as a snowflake falling onto my skin.
Jennifer Estep
#7. After a moment, he found my neck, kissing the nape, his teeth grazing my skin and causing
me to make a small noise very much like a whimper. Before I could take another breath, his
lips met mine and I was lost to his touch.
Cyrese Covelli
#8. My skin begged for his touch. My lips tingled for his. Every inch of me craved what he could deliver.
Pepper Winters
#9. Not the way I knew Christian's touch would burn me, the way it blessed me and bled me, the way he would singe me as his fingers traced my skin, the way he would sear me with his kiss. I couldn't handle anything so intense.
A.L. Jackson
#10. I'd seen a lot of handsome men in my life, but Frank was absolutely beautiful. I could stare at him all day. I wanted to touch him, not just in the standard erogenous zones, but to move my fingers over every inch of his skin until I'd memorized his face and body the way he memorized his books.
Nicole Castle
#11. His touch fucked with my ability to concentrate even more than his presence already had. My lower belly was in a state of what-the-fuck-are-you-doing? My skin was in a state of "holy fucking hell let him touch every part of you" and my vagina had pulled out the fucking welcome mat.
Nina Levine
#12. That's what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.
Iain Thomas
#13. I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
Alice Cooper
#14. With Lizard, I felt overwhelmed by the desire to touch her skin, to kiss her, hold her, make love to her,no matter how it happened, I just had to have her, Lizard and no one else. Right then and there. Tears came to my eyes, I wanted her so much.
Banana Yoshimoto
#15. The success occurs in a place outside of me, and doesn't touch me on an intimate level. I live in my own skin, I have not changed greatly, I remain the same woman.
Isabel Allende
#16. 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
#17. Words are a powerful aphrodisiac. They have the ability to awaken emotion, to excite the minds and senses. The right words entice, creep and crawl along the skin like the sensuous touch of a skilled lover. THAT my friends, is truly magical indeed ...
Shan O' Connor
#18. 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
#19. Craving more of her touch, i shifted on the floor so my arm touched her shoulder. Echo's lips never moved, but my siren sang nonetheless. Her song seared my skin and my nose burned from her sugar and cinnamon scent.
Katie McGarry
#20. The reason why Matthew Arnold, to my feeling, fails entirely as a poet (though no doubt his ideas were good - at least, I am told they were) is that he had no sense of touch whatsoever. Nothing made any impression on his skin. He could feel neither the shape nor the texture of a poem with his hands.
Edith Sitwell
#21. Ash pulled me back against him, brushing my hair from my neck. His mouth skimmed my shoulder, up my neck, sending butterflies swarming through my insides. "If you want to rest, then do so," he murmured against my skin. "The rain will not touch you, I promise.
Julie Kagawa
#22. Nothing is ever black and white, kitten," he reminded her, allowing his claws to slice out to touch her skin. "I can use my claws to protect, but I can use the same claws to rip out an enemy's throat.
Nalini Singh
#23. And, suddenly, I want to touch him. Not a push, or a shove, or even a friendly hug. I want to feel the creases in his skin, connect his freckles with invisible lines, brush my fingers across the inside of his wrist.
Stephanie Perkins
#24. Wesley's touch lingers on my skin. His music echoes through my head. I remind myself as I scrub my skin that we are both liars and con artists. That we will always have secrets, some that bind us and some that cut between us, slicing us into pieces.
Victoria Schwab
#25. So amazingly, agonizingly sexy that it's a wonder I can get anything done when all I ever think about is the taste of your lips and the touch of your fingertips on my skin and the way your legs feel when I -
Richelle Mead
#26. Your touch will completely erase all the times he touched me. Once you lay your hands on my skin, I won't be able to remember anyone but you.
Cambria Hebert
#27. And if we're truly one, how will I breathe when circumstance pries us apart? You are my oxygen, my sustenance, the blood inside my veins. When we touch, you are my skin, hold all my joy inside of you. When you go, I wither.
Ellen Hopkins
#28. Blake took her face in his hands. You let me touch you. Kiss you. Your skin? It feels like piano keys. My hands know just where to go.
Debra Anastasia
#29. The smell of him and the touch of his skin, I feel my desire for him rise again and we move together.
Philippa Gregory
#31. Every touch of you on my skin has burnt and etched your name on my soul. Whenever I close my eyes and try to feel myself, all I can hear is constant echoes of your name in my head, and all I can feel is the constant longing for the darkness.
Akshay Vasu
#32. Hey, Noah?"
"Yes?" he says sweetly.
"Why do you call me Snowflake?"
He steps closer and runs one finger along my cheek, making my skin tingle in its wake. "Because you're just like a snowflake. Beautiful and unique, and with one touch you'll be wet.
Kendall Ryan
#33. If you listen long enough you can hear my skin grow tough love is painful to the touch must be made of stronger stuff.
Tom Petty
#34. I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses ... the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you in the final hour of my life ... to lie in your arms as I take my last breath.
Lisa Kleypas
#35. I'm mesmerized by the way his fingers move confidently along her skin, as though her body is his to reat and touch and tend to. She was mine before she was yours: The words are there, unexpectedly, surging from my throat to my tongue. I swallow them back.
Lauren Oliver
#36. My skin came alive under his fingers, every touch an electric crackle through my veins.
Andrea Cremer
#37. I seen the look in your eyes ... I reached out to touch you but feared I would mark your skin. I do not want just tonight, my love. I want to know that always ... always ... you will be mine.
Faye Hall
#38. Who taught you to write in blood on my back? Who taught you to use your hands as branding irons? You have scored your name into my shoulders, referenced me with your mark. The pads of your fingers have become printing blocks, you tap a message on to my skin, tap meaning into my body.
Jeanette Winterson
#39. We began to butterfly kiss, which is when you touch your eyelashes to the other person's skin. I was going to respect Edwart's desire to wait, and he was going to respect my desire for winged creatures.
The Harvard Lampoon
#40. Ari's words felt like drops of sunlight upon my skin, and my frame was burning with longing.
Petra March
#41. My skin still sings from his touch. His cologne lingers on my shirt, the air kissed by his presence.
Adriana Locke
#42. His closeness makes my heart beat faster, my skin tingle, my body want things it doesn't even know.
Teri Terry
#43. I never thought the touch of another person could make the nerves jangle and dance beneath my skin. It was like I had slept the last few months away and now, suddently, I was waking up.
Shannon Delaney
#44. It was that Moment when your fingers touched my skin for the first time I realised, how the fire can heal scars.
Akshay Vasu
#45. I sunk into velvety nothingness. It caressed my skin, lapped at my temples, the nape of my neck. It circled me like smoke, its touch light, but all consuming. And just as I was about to lose consciousness, I heard the voice. 'Hello, Kali. I'm Zev.
Jennifer Lynn Barnes
#46. I'm trying to follow all the steps and check all the boxes. But my heart hurts and my skin aches, and God, I just want to be touched ... ... .Can you touch me and then look at me tomorrow, and it will be okay?
Amy Lane
#47. As a child, growing up in Hampstead, North London, I was shockingly fair-skinned. Holidays involved me spending the second and third day face-down on a bed, shrieking should anyone touch my blistered skin.
Jane Green
#48. I want to learn his body, find every pleasure it's hiding. All this reverence and simple awe I feel when I touch him, feel his breath brush my skin.
Aleksandr Voinov
#49. Sit me down, tie
my hands and
allow me to show
you all the
different ways I
can touch you
without laying a
finger on your
skin...
Andre D. Woods
#50. It rushes through me, like razor sharp poison, jagged edges catching my skin, tearing me apart on the inside. Everything. Every blissful moment. Every promise. Every kiss. Hug. Word. Touch. Breath. Every single second Ive spent with him, will be gone. I won't know it.
Jessica Sorensen
#51. She does not faint at my touch. She might not faint, but swooning was a definite possibility if he kept drawing on her skin like that.
Elizabeth Hunter
#52. He made my body remember what it was for. His touch on my skin, his breath on my face, his smell, all of it so desperately needed, so utterly wanted. It
Mary Calmes
#53. Afterward she lies nestled against me, her hair tickling my face. I stroke her lightly, memorizing her body. I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.
Sara Gruen
#54. I remember that feeling of skin. It's
strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers
still tingle with it.
Lucy Christopher
#55. It continued to amaze me how the touch of skin on skin had altered things: curled in the crook of his arm, my head upon his breast, I'd sensed his heart beating and for a moment hadn't been sure whether it was mine.
Claire Messud
#56. My skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch me.
Eminem
#57. I'm tired of the way we both pretend.
Tired of always wanting and never giving in.
I can feel it in my skin, see it in your grin.
We're more. We always have been.
Think of everything we've missed.
Every touch and every kiss.
Because we both insist.
Resist.
Cora Carmack
#58. I've never been so jealous of water before." His fingers slid over my skin. "How it can touch you everywhere - all at once.
Tara Sue Me
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