The winter was long.
The days dark.
And the nights short.
Too much work, too busy, too much partying, staying awake too long is always not enough sleep.
Keep going on, until you suddenly run out.
You just can’t.
And you just don’t want to either.
While this is just the beginning, spring, butterflies, all the good things that the coming seasons have to offer, warmth, sun, joy, lust, everything.
I charged too little of you, I mean really charged of you.
That type of recharging where you experience total relaxation. And that is allowed. And good.
The type of charging of what sex does to you.