The magic key of the soul that opens any door. Infectious laughter with eyes and sparkling words, invented only for me.
Your Tenderness is weightless and airy.
It seems to be woven from small thin silver threads-cobwebs with a pattern of unprecedented beauty. Words cannot describe her, your Tenderness.
You have to feel it.
And feeling her, my head is spinning in sweet languor.
Thoughts are confused. The soul flies to heaven.
I see your eyes, in which I am reflected.
And strong arms hugging me tenderly.
I feel the desired tender kiss.
And time stops. And we are not.
And my heart is beating - you, you, you ...
You are very gentle and very strong.
My man.
The Man of My Dreams.
In whose strong hands I am drowning with tenderness ...