erotic

It is arguably more outwardly erotic than fans of the novel may expect.

Frank’s erotic relationship with food is similarly unhinged.

To me it’s what makes the song interesting — the erotic energy in a line like “You got me kissing the ground of your sanctuary.”

“So erotic!” she says of Zev, before waxing poetic about his smell.

Inside London's first romance-only bookshop, Sarah Maxwell stands in the "smut hut" – a section dedicated to her store's more erotic titles.