عندما تنفتح الملاءات كبحر من النعومة ، وتصبح منحنيات الأجساد أبيات قصيدة جسدية

The fabric glides over their warm skin, revealing the radiance of a flesh offered to tenderness. Each movement draws an invisible line, each breath becomes music. The sheets collect the warmth, the fragrance, the imprints of their shared moments. The hands run over the contours, discover the secrets of the curves, and the lips come to celebrate them like worms whispered in the ear. In this slow and luminous dance, love is written with the flesh like eternal poetry.