Her lips touched his brain as they touched his lips, as though they were a vehicle of some vague speech and between them he felt an unknown and timid preasure, darker than the swoon of sin, softer than sound or odor.

Seduction but in a slightly medicinal way.

When it came to kissing, Harlow was the best.

Kissing Jimmy [Dev in Corrie] is as businesslike as serving a pint.

I’m addicted to your allure and I’m fiending for a cure.

He was, like everyone of a strongly erotic disposition, twice as good, twice as much himself when he knew that women liked him, just as many actors find their most ardent vein when they sense that they have cast their spell over the audience, the breathing mass of spectators before them.