He told me I'm going to make love to you... He poured me a glass of wine, filled the bathtub 3/4 full, knew the exact temperature I liked the water, took off his clothes and helped me get in... washed my hair , back and feet. He took me to bed and while he dried my hair he moistened my soul, he laid me down on my stomach and started massaging my back, he didn't say anything but his soft breathing was the most beautiful thing I could hear. I don't know when I fell asleep... But when I woke up in his arms he said to me: - There are many ways to make love. I took a deep breath and kissed him. And this time we did it as I knew how, with the body (that wild love that is born in the skin). He perfectly knows how to make love every day and to make love a physical meeting is not necessary, you can make love in many ways; with a sweet affection, a look, with a complicit smile, with a strong hug without saying anything, with a friendly chest to hide the tears... With a flower? No... he never gave me flowers... (((However, he was able to bring spring to my heart.)