My description is : I am that mystery that is not resolved with logic. Sometimes I am sweet like the first sip of wine, and sometimes, intense as a night without rules. I love the conversations that begin with a look and end with sighs. I love to dance barefoot, lose myself in music, and the lips that know when to shut up and when I devour. I do not look for anyone ... just who dares to know every corner of my fire.
I like: What I like most is when someone takes me from the soul before the body ... when desire is not in a hurry and every look is a promise. The slow game ignites me, the words with double intention, the silences that breathe tension. I like to feel observed without being touched, desired without being pressured. I like that exact moment in which everything can happen ... but not yet.
I dislike: What I dont like is hurry, nor those who touch without feeling. I am not attracted to who wants everything without giving anything, or who plays without knowing how to play. I do not like that they speak to me without looking at me, that they wish me without discovering me, that they approach without real intention. I turn off the empty words, cold hands and warm hearts.
