š„ February isnāt just the month of loveāitās the month of desire, of craving, of bodies burning for each other. My skin is warm, my breath is heavy, and my body is aching for touch. I donāt need words, I need hands, lips, and heat pressed against me. šJe tāaime, Ti amo, Te amo, Ich liebe dich, Eu te amo, Ī£' αγαĻĻ, ęćć¦ć, ģ¬ėķ“, ŠÆ ŃŠµŠ±Ń Š»ŃŠ±Š»Ń, Seni seviyorum.Tonight, I donāt want romanceāI want passion. I want to feel fingers gripping my waist, lips devouring my skin, bodies tangled in heat. No hesitation, no holding back. Just pure, raw pleasure. š