I know how to be patient. But there is a fire inside me - it is quiet, warm, but if you light it... it can warm and burn at the same time

I dream not only of love, but also of intimacy, where bodies speak instead of words, where breathing gets tangled in pillows, and touches are like a continuation of thoughts.
I want to feel how with every glance a man gets to know me more deeply: in gestures, in voice, in the quietest desires.

This is not about one-night passion. This is about the present, where romance and physical attraction do not interfere with each other, but merge into one.
And if you can feel not only with your hands, but also with your heart - perhaps we have already started something without even noticing it.