First snow. Here is tenderness. The quiet purr of a little fluffy white kitten. Isn't it tenderness?
Silk bed linen...
The touch of a loved one. So timid, careful, with a little shiver... when his fingers run over your body, as if they are afraid to take it completely. Light and innocent touch. That's what tenderness means.
Tenderness is lilies of the valley, chamomile and white roses...
Tenderness is a light morning breeze, when it's still a little cool...
Warm blanket.
Tenderness. Barely audible music
Summer sky. Clean. Blue. With rare smoky clouds drifting slowly into the unknown... this is tenderness.
The touch of lips, when you do not have time to feel their taste, but remember the smell...
Delicate drops of water running through the body in the shower... as if they want to fall in love with your every bend, but do not have time, either collide with other drops, or fall and break on the bottom of the bath...
A teddy bear or a hare... it doesn't matter, but it's tenderness.
The warm touch of the waves on the toes... tenderness.
Cappuccino and whipped cream.
Eyes in love... they have all the tenderness... and it doesn't matter what color they are...