The energy that is felt without touching, that look that stops just a second more. The slow game, the words that touch, the hands that know what they're doing. I like to provoke without saying too much, feel the tension rise little by little... until the desire becomes inevitable.
Turns Off
The rush turns me off, the forced, what doesn't flow. It turns me off when there is no connection, when words feel empty and gestures lose intention. I don't like the superficial... I prefer the real energy, the one you feel, not the one you pretend.
