

A warmth slowly spreading from within - from the neighborhood, or maybe from my heart itself. And then a slight sadness that clutched my throat a little. And then, immediately, joy. Joy so wild that it even makes me want to cry. And then some kind of supernatural inspiration. And then a caressing excitement that lasts and lasts. And over everything dominates the desire to touch. Just for a moment, and preferably with your lips. Yes! That's it. That's tenderness...