The body, that weak physical instrument, is not capable of satisfactorily satisfying all the fantasies that the powerful and unlimited consciousness can conceive. In the plenitude of her immortality, she can delight in sexual fantasies for hours and days at a time, while the body, her poor carnal servant, can only satisfy them for a few seconds, never satisfactorily realizing her grandiose ambitions. In her presence, it becomes inevitable to see how infinite, multiple and unrealizable desires are. In the presence of your natural, spontaneous and delicate seduction, dreams multiply, just as the desire for touch vehemently deepens. Touching her and integrating with her is more than a mere desire; it is an imperative, a clear and categorical urgency. There is no way to resist its explicit magnetism, the art of its curves and the silent and sweet call that emanates, like a shy light, from its almond-shaped eyes. I would wait as long as it took for the fullness of its splendor.