If a man enters the SOUL...

There are men next to whom the body reacts before words.
You still pretend to be calm - and the breath is already torn, the fingers tremble a little, the heart beats louder than heels on night asphalt.
Not necessarily kissing, not necessarily touching - the way he looks is enough.
I like it when a man doesn’t try to use force - he uses presence.
When in his voice low velvet confidence, from which you want to take off not the dress... but control.
When he doesn’t ask «can?» he just does what you want to do yes.
And you know what?
The greatest passion is not in bed.
She is in pauses. Waiting. In unspoken.
When thoughts are undressed faster than hands,
A fantasy awakens at 3 o'clock in the morning, making you bite your lips.
If a man comes to mind, it’s interesting.
But if it goes into the soul and remains there -
then the body itself opens the doors.
Should I just relax and let you in?