Στην υγρασία των κοινών σιωπών, όταν τα χέρια διστάζουν μπροστά στην τόλμη, και η επιθυμία γίνεται χείμαρρος μπροστά στην εξομολόγηση των χειλιών
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Stin ygrasia ton koinon siopon, otan ta cheria distazoyn mprosta stin tolmi, kai i epithymia ginetai cheimarros mprosta stin exomologisi ton cheilion
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.