After a massage, I feel like a cloth that has just been wash..
Added 2025-05-04 05:00:08 +0000 UTCAfter a massage, I feel like a cloth that has just been washed and hung in the wind.
Everything inside is quiet, relaxed. I lay with my eyes closed and thought: why do we so rarely touch ourselves with love? But as soon as someone else does it gently, we almost cry with gratitude. Amazing, isn't it? We're so strong, so independent, so confident. And then comes the touch - and inside blossoms some warm girl who has not been hugged for a long time
