Sex is the lesser that a woman can give to a man. It is not so valuable and often there is enough of it to give it some special value... In fact, the Tenderness is much more valuable - what the Woman gives not to everyone; and not even to all those with whom she sleeps... Tenderness you cannot buy, you cannot steal, you cannot take either by deception or by force; and you won’t confuse anything... Tenderness is a small lump in the solar plexus that sometimes keeps you from breathing... Tenderness is the photo you look at, smiling softly... Tenderness is the feeling at your fingertips, even if you are far away... Tenderness - this is when I take your face in the palm of my hand, kiss you, or just hug, hugging harder and trying to feel you all with my bored hands... Tenderness is a thoughtful smile in my eyes when I think of you. Tenderness is the realization that there is a place where you are always welcomed with love and warmth, a little sadness, because everyone is sad when loved ones aren't near... And they are always welcome. Wait for a minute... Waiting for a second... Waiting all summer... Waiting for life...