When you don't want to rush anywhere. I just want to lie under the covers, listen to the drops pattering on the glass, and feel a warm, lazy languor slowly spreading through my body. It's not a passion that burns down. It's a quiet, barely noticeable light inside. The desire is not for rudeness, but for tenderness. Not quick movements, but long, deep hugs. Today my soul wants to touch yours. And the body just needs to feel your warmth next to it <333