Love, Happiness, Tenderness and Romanticism, have you disappeared?

Tomorrow, May 1st will be celebrated with certainly plenty of virtual bouquets of lily of the valley in our inboxes. It is common to offer this spring plant on this date as a sign of love and happiness to our loved ones and friends. Love and happiness ? I will always remember May 1, 2015. Indeed, I was lucky enough to receive a few strands from my first lover when I resumed my social and emotional life. It was the first time in ages that a man had given me flowers. I have always kept this memory which serves as a bookmark in my erotic books even though I was dumped after two months by text message.

This Apollo didn't have the courage to tell me to my face that he didn't have any sparks for me. When, I tell you, I was a real jerk at that time! Notice in five years, no Apollo has given me a bouquet of flowers. Once, I just had the pleasure of receiving a pot of honey which was delicious. I admit when a man offers you a pot of honey from his personal hives, it's too romantic.

On this May 1st, I want to take a quick look back at our values. Have we all forgotten the meanings of tenderness and romanticism? With this confinement, I believe it is high time to refocus on these values. When I look at the definitions of these two words, I say to myself that the libertines of old must be turning in their graves because they were deeply romantic and subtle in seducing their future prey.

What is tenderness? It is a feeling of affection with strong and visible signs of kindness. Synonyms are affection, feeling, attachment, friendship or love. Here, I am completely hallucinating because these five words are absolutely erased from the male vocabulary. I'm sorry to upset our beloved Apollos, but I persist. Men's ears literally stop at hearing these sweet words. The magical magic words that make them shine are: ass, sex, fellatio and sodomy.

Now let's refresh our memory on the romantic side. According to my dictionary definition, it is a tendency to let oneself go when expressing one's personal feelings, especially in the area of ​​love. A piece of advice from Lili: you should never express your feelings, especially if they are in love these days. So there, girls, if you do it, you are banned until you die of love. Mind you, if a man makes a fiery and wild declaration of love to us after five minutes, run away from that man because he must be weird.

Like men are indecisive and cowardly, and women are misunderstood. Let's take advantage of confinement and invent neo-romanticism by learning or relearning to know ourselves through writing, voice and thought.

When an Apollo sends me this sweet message, I can only have an irresistible desire to explore his thoughts further: “I imagined you this morning with me. We were still dozing in the early morning under the duvet, coming out of a night cut short by our lovemaking. My penis in the hollow of your buttocks and my hand placed on your right breast, I couldn't resist imagining what happened next. My hand sliding between your thighs to caress your clitoris, my hardened penis in the hollow of your buttocks, your undulation as you feel the pleasure of a sensual awakening, your moan of desire, your invitation for me to slide deep inside you. My hand caresses your soft breast in a single movement. One within the other, our bodies undulate, and pleasure rises within us”