Somewhere under the heart, a soft wave begins to rise — warm, smooth, as if the morning light glides over the skin from the inside. She grows slowly, confidently, as if she knows where she wants to get to. The breathing becomes slow, a little deeper than usual, and each pause is filled with something sweet, barely perceptible. The world around me seems to be muffled, leaving only this feeling — smooth, warm, blossoming in me like a quiet fire. It runs through the body with a slight tremor, making every inch more alive, more sensual. And at that moment, I feel like I'm melting into my own warmth, listening to it slowly and beautifully unfold.