Make love

Make love, it starts in the morning by the first glance that one gives, the first smile, the first caress, and the first hello.

Make love, is to bring the breakfast in bed, or simply a coffee, a fruit juice accompanied by a little song of love or tender words, recited with all the awkwardness of which you can exercise.

Making love, it is throwing the other into the ice, a wink and a knowing glance when he makes his toilet, it is also the kiss without reason, just for the sake of it, without expecting anything in return.

Make love, is to ask the other what a night it has passed and to listen carefully to his response. It is to take the time to look, talk and touch before undertaking the day's work.

To love is to accompany the loved one to the door at the time he prepares to leave; it is to wish him a good day; it's moving to the window, and make him a sign of the hand, displaying her most beautiful smile.

Making love, it is to call for nothing, just to say that we love each other or take new ones; this is to make surprises without expecting anything in return.

To love is to take the other in his arms each time that it is possible, just to feel the warmth of the beloved, re-establish contact and give affection.

Making love, it is sometimes to give the other the freedom to live for himself, without excessive attachment, by letting her feel that you still love even if our bodies are far one from the other; it is to be assured that our souls are laughing and distances are tenderly twined together in any situation, regardless of the number of miles that separate us.

The love-making can also be summed up in a thought floated to the other, eyes closed, for a moment.

To love is to accept and embrace the return home, it is to inform them of what another has experienced during the day, it is also the small glass of wine as you take the time to eat together and tell all sorts of things, or enjoying simply the wisdom of silence.

Making love, it is even to listen to the tv, pressed against the other, it is to laugh or to be moved together, is to live in two and feed this complicity in any way.