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I want to undress you."
"I haven't touched a man since ... since you.
Nature cannot be surprised in undress. Beauty breaks in everywhere.
Sexuality poorly repressed unsettles some families; well repressed, it unsettles the whole world.
Naked I came into the world and naked I will depart out of it.
You undress a woman in the same way that you would open a magic box sealed by an angel's kiss.
Naked and alone come ye into this world and naked and alone ye shall depart.
Lounging indolently in a black silk robe which was loosely tied at the front and which appeared to conceal nothing more than bare skin ... she made a conscious effort not to stare at the bare legs with their sprinkling of dark hair ... was he even wearing underwear? she thought
Getting dressed for a woman is an art form, surreal, vaguely abstract, figurative and byzantine. When you undress a woman you enter her subconscious kingdom, her scents, her secrets and her fantasy.
Hello. I like you naked. Never wear clothes again.
It is unseemly to undress on stage. I won't do that.
The fact is that she was terribly undressed and I was extremely undressed too. The fact is that I still had my hand where she didn't have anything and she had hers where the same wasn't quite true of me. The fact is that I found myself underneath her and consequently she found herself on top of me.
Umbed by disappointment and betrayal, like a child who had been awakened suddenly from a summer dream about christmas morning.
Naked we're born, naked we'll go,
See how the vain are soon brought low.
God speed the poor boy on his way,
Fear not, we'll meet some other day.
She did not dare let it behind her, all unseen. Unseemly. All unseamed.
I don't feel naked around you anymore.
[The US is] naked, absolutely nude, to attack [by the Soviets].
Everyone wants to be clothed but no one wants to be stripped.
Please disrobe at once.
Nakedness has no color: this can come as news only to those who have never covered, or been covered by, another naked human being.
Nothing makes you feel more naked than someone identifying a desire you never knew you possessed.
dressed in pajamas, snatched from sleep, and dead before she ever had a chance to wake up.
Dress you? I'd rather undress you. We don't belong together. But you belong to me. I want you not as you might be. I want you as you are.
I dress for women and I undress for men.
I'm the girl / sprawled breathless, drawing herself nude.
Furi stood by the bed. He never broke eye contact as he kicked off his shoes, then leisurely removed each article of clothing. Furi was stark naked as he waited for Syn's next order. How the tables have turned. "Get
naked goddess with
He, the man, had seen her, touched her, and had not validated her beauty, her womanliness. He had turned away and gone to his own bed. Like Eve after the fall, her nakedness was obscene to her now.
I push him off, sit up an start puttin my clothes to rights. He's made a heroic effort to undress me.
You work fast, I says.
Yer a moving target, I hafts. Here, he says, lemme help.
I button, he unbuttons. I tuck, he untucks.
I slap his hand. I'll do it myself, I says.
She undressed slowly, dreamily, and when she was naked, she selected a bright red negligee to wear so that the blood would not show.
Nudity is fun, especially out of doors, but it is far more erotic when the wrappings are only partly removed from the treasures they conceal. When you undress a woman you are opening the drapes in a darkened room to gaze upon a glimpse of paradise.
She was standing in front of all of them in just her bra and jeans. She didn't care. She didn't feel naked- she felt clothed in rage and fury, like a warrior from one of Arthur's tales.
To be naked is a sign that the glory is lost
Naked I seek the camp of those who desire nothing.
Just as you dress for the occasion you should undress when reading erotica.
the laundry, and took, in amicable
The bedroom and felt her fingers unbuttoning
When my desire
grows too fierce
I wear my bed clothes
inside out,
dark as the night's rough husk.
I'm not naked, I'm in the band.
There Has Ceased to Be a Difference Between My Awake Clothes and My Asleep Clothes
It is completely raw, the sort of thing I feel free to do with the door shut - it's the story undressed, standing up in nothing but its socks and undershorts.
Telling a dream is like undressing.
How blest am I in this discovering thee!
To enter in these bonds is to be free;
Then where my hand is set, my seal shall be.
Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee,
As souls unbodied, bodies unclothed must be
He was content to wait, his bare limbs on the sheets heavy, the gold slave cuffs and collar his only adornments. He felt the warm, wonderful, impossible fact of his situation. Bed slave.
Naked I felt as if my soul was exposed, my thoughts could be read. In the mask I felt protected. I eased the elastic strap over my head, adjusted the fascia to my cheekbones and glanced again at the mirror. The acid in my tummy had gone. Masked I am me. Masked I can do anything.
All the angry, blood thirsty needs headed rapidly south. My cock tightened, thickened, hardened. Bare skin. Bare breasts. Bare everything.
He led her to the bedroom, he took off her clothes, without a word, in the manner of an owner undressing a person whose consent is not required. He clasped the pendant on her shoulders. She stood naked, the stone between her breasts, like a sparkling drop of blood.
His knee pressed between her thighs, bunching the linen against her woman's place, spreading her and rubbing into her folds.
She found herself undulating against that knee, pleasuring herself with his hard, hot, wet body.
You're dressed for dancing," she said in her throaty stage voice.
"Being undressed for dancing occured to me, but I didn't think Merris would like it.
My life
has appeared unclothed in court,
detail by detail,
death-bone witness by death-bone witness,
and I was shamed at the verdict ...
we came naked into the world and we will exit naked.
Now I felt exposed, on display like a puppy in a pet store window, strip steak in a butcher case, burglar caught in a flashlight beam, in a word, naked.
Everything ungirt, artless, ardent, urgent about Louie was to the fore: all over herself she gave the impression of twisted stockings.
I don't mind being naked.
Undies on, undies on, high ho the dairy-o, I'm going to keep my undies on!
All one can do is to achieve nakedness, to be what one is with all one's faculties and perceptions, strengthened by all the skill which one can acquire. And then to stand before the judgement of time.
Man's naked form belongs to no particular moment in history; it is eternal, and can be looked upon with joy by the people of all ages.
We're not naked, we're skyclad!
This man dresses like an unmade bed.
We undress ourselves in many ways when we become close friends
One can never be as naked, as exposed, in the flesh as one becomes in the mind
Soon, we are as naked as the day we were born. Except, y'know, were not covered in blood and attached to our mothers by umbilical cords.
Naked I came into the world, naked I shall go out of it! And a very good thing too, for it reminds me that I am naked under my shirt, whatever its colour.
She went up to her room, disembarrassed herself of her finery,
For us it meant true equality: nakedness. We trembled in the cold. A
Like a modern counterpart of a tightly-corseted Victorian, she needed to unbutton herself, learn the act of relaxation.
What lurking temptations to forbidden tenderness find their finding-places in a woman's dressing-gown, when she is alone in her room at night!
Her midriff bare, like the denizen ... of some pampering seraglio.
She unzipped her oversized flannel onesie, created especially for women not interested in finding a man, and tossed it on the bed.
In a man's letters his soul lies naked.
At night when they prepared for bed Freda removed all her clothes and lay like a great fretful baby, majestically dimpled and curved. Brenda wore her pajamas and her underwear and a tweed coat - that was the difference between them.
Everyone is naked ... under their clothes.
He was naked aside from a cloth tied round his waist. To spare the delicate sensibilities of the ladies present. Watching a man's entrails spilling out is excellent entertainment, but the sight of his cock, well, that would be obscene. A
I am glad I sleep fully clothed, because Christina stands next to our bunk wearing only a T-shirt, her long legs bare. She folds her arms and stares at Eric. I wish, suddenly, that I could stare so boldly at someone with hardly any clothes on, but I could never do that.
The boys and girls are one tonight.
They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies.
They take off shoes. They turn off the light.
The glimmering creatures are full of lies.
They are eating each other. They are overfed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.
Nakedness reveals itself. Nudity is placed on display. The nude is condemned to never being naked. Nudity is a form of dress.
The nude alone is well dressed
I like me better naked. I don't mean that in a vain way ... When you put clothes on, you immediately put a character on. Clothes are adjectives, they are indicators. When you don't have any clothes on, it's just you, raw, and you can't hide.
Armed I am with love. Disarmed I am.
My soul Is Naked.
It wears The Transparent Garment Of Love.
All women's dresses, in every age and country, are merely variations on the eternal struggle between the admitted desire to dress and the unadmitted desire to undress.
Raw. Unleashed. Unashamed of following Christ's commands, His voice in my ear.
According to a new survey, women say they feel more comfortable undressing in front of men than they do undressing in front of other women. They say that women are too judgmental, where, of course, men are just grateful.
The first undressing of two lovers is a most special event.
Men admitted to being endlessly fascinated with the naked female form; they appreciated women in a detached, impersonal way that women, even those women who were flattered by such attention, rarely understood.
A poem is a naked person.
I was down to my lacy black bra and matching, thankfully, modest boy shorts first.
Ashley was next. "Thank god I shaved yesterday!"
Sandra was stripped to her underwear soon after. "I didn't, but I need to. No one look at my downtown.
We fell to wrestling again. We rolled all over the floor, in each other's arms, like two huge helpless children. He was naked and goatish under his robe, and I felt suffocated as he rolled over me. I rolled over him. We rolled over me. They rolled over him. We rolled over us.
You're not safe with me." He reached for the neckline of her bodice and yanked it together. While he fumbled to fasten it, Beatrix hiked up the side of her dress. A tug and a wriggle, and her petticoat dropped to the floor.
"I can undress faster than you can dress me," she informed him.
Nudity is the costume of lovers and corpses.
Perhaps we might, within the anatomy of our imaginations, think once more of the naked body as a vessel of grace, taste and wonder. In the spotted history of art, stranger things have happened.
Sitting on couch, lying legs apart
Dark dirty naked. Smiling at me,
Wicked lazy lusty eyes. I moaned,
When saw movement inside his silent,
The thick forest of pubic hair.
showered and dressed in jeans and a white eyelet
Unlatch, baby, and roll. Woke up with a taste for my woman's pussy, now it's ready for me, I'm hungry.
I'm a little bit naked, but that's okay.
I was suddenly conscious of my nudity under my robe as the fabric swished against my bare skin. It felt strangely liberating and slightly naughty.
The body always expresses the spirit whose envelope it is. And for him who can see, the nude offers the richest meaning.
Human beings to me are as much a part of nature as trees or birds, and the unclothed body expresses this belongingness directly and powerfully.
Im too hung for womens underwear.
We all came into this world naked. The rest is all drag.
The naked figures in the landscape have willingly undressed for my camera. They are either perfect beings heroically occupying their Edens, or else they are gardeners after the Fall, lost and exposed to both the elements and the lens.