She made tasteful amusements of love - and allowed herself to have them infrequently - once a month. There was beauty in letting the hunger of the body accumulate. Cherishing love's languor is hardly more pleasant than indulging in passion. Gradually you fill up with syrup from within, filled with radiance and fragrance. And when it begins to feel like you're about to burst with tenderness, it's time to go hunting😼