U mokrom zajedničkom ćutanju, kada ruke drkaju pre odvažnosti, i želja postaje bačka pre ispovesti usana

The minutes stretch out, heavy with tension, as the words fall silent and the hands search for each other. Silence is no longer absence, but an invisible embrace that encloses bodies and makes hearts beat in unison. Waiting becomes delight, each hesitation fanns the flame, each restrained gesture gives birth to a stronger wave. Then, when at last the lips meet, it is the explosion of a fiery torrent that carries away everything in its path.