In the evening we fall asleep with a sweet after an act of love. He begins to crawl, and I have no eye. I look at him, and such a wave of tenderness suddenly blows on me, my heart is so compressed, my eyes are so moist... I am holding my head with my hand, like in the best romantic films, and admire his noble profile – the nose is straight, the sponges are sweet, the mother-in-law is so warm, native, murmur-mur-mur... Unless I start out loudly. Here he whispers, turns to me with a hairy ass, and tasty so swirls in a dream. Pizdecblah ruined not only the moment, but also the air.