O CweneAndLucetta

We did not agree to fall in love - everything happened by itself, with her light touch, which lingered on my skin. Since then, I know: with her, even silence speaks louder than words. She smiles at her eyes when it concerns me, and in this gaze - the feeling of home. We are not perfect, but real. I can be a weak, wishing, alive. With her - everything by love, without rules and without permission We often laugh at how men act differently on us. We do not need to deny their attractiveness - charisma, voice, confidence in gestures, light bristles, smell of skin after a shower. We can hook us an attentive look when a man listens truly, or that soft that does not press, but protects. But all this is like episodes, flirting with reality.