Go Mama

Warm, lazy, intoxicating energy - like a summer evening in the city, when everything is still trembling from the heat, but you already long for something soft, close, real. There is no rush and no loud words here: only the rhythm of breathing, skin to skin, a half-smile, and a promise spoken almost in a whisper. Everything is simple - a little light, a little heat, and a little more tenderness than is usually allowed. Love without pathos, but with that very touch of recklessness that makes your head spin and the world become perfect for a moment.