The Unspoken Magic of Love

In my entire lifetime, I have been avoiding the declaration of love like something out of the question. I fall in love regularly, vigorously, and passionately, and I usually even get some attention from the opposite side and that makes me sparkle from happiness. However, I am afraid that if I admit my feelings, I might lose the attention, and that’s something I wouldn’t like. It is not that I am actually afraid; it is more that I am just so happy to be flirting. Since I belong to Plovdiv’s dancing society, I regularly fall in love with dancers – I think I have fallen into 6 very good dancers for the past 10 years or so – and the flirt turns into the hottest dances one can imagine. I often open my old journals, which illustrate the experience perfectly:

The Hot Dance Quote from my Diaries

Body against body, pressed in each other, scenting his lovely T-shirt, her hand placed on his heart, oohhh, she felt delirious, and went very silent, breathing against his skin, her lips touching the fabrics, swallowing her spit, eyes closed, almost immobile, in a perfect embrace. He was trying to move her a little, but she was numb from desire. At some point, his leg finds itself among her legs, and they both strain against each other to make the sensation even more powerful. He loves looking at her face in such moments: eyes half open, hardly daring to breathe, dropping sighs, and if she wasn’t the silent type, and in perfect command of her arousal, she would have dropped moans as well.

He placed her to sit on his knee. “Sit!” he ordered. “Sit!” he repeated when he understood that she neither perceives nor conveys. “Sit!” she heard as if in the middle of a dream, and forced herself upon his knee, they received each other ardently, almost violently, and still it wasn’t enough.  Then he caught her shoulder blade and leaned her backwards in space. Auuuch, when you hate someone, you do not toss her like this. Then he straightened her “Sit!” still jingling in her head, and he looked at her face, pleased, for her face exuded unbearable delight.

Use your Love for Inspiration

The fact that I do not explain myself, doesn’t mean I don’t word out my feelings. I write poems. I thought my poems were very naïve, but when I fell in love last year, I started writing very delightful poetry.

Isn’t it incredibly pleasing to feel like this? Well, I have felt that way my entire lifetime, just because I can keep a secret, and I never explain myself. I have good reasons to advise all the single ladies to do the same.

I believe that a man should pop up first all kinds of questions related to relationships.

Also, I have discovered that if you don’t commit, you experience only the pink blossoms of love – the flirt, the attraction, the spark while the thorns, such as conflicts, dramas, and the need to compromise, adjust, and strike balance, are out of your reality. So, girls, never disclose your feelings and be irresistible to the guys. They will feel your interest, but they will never know the facts, and that makes it hard to ignore you. Don’t tell them how you feel, but you can show them. In my case, with the dancers, I don’t need to speak a word because my body speaks instead of me, and they know.