AmySpider

In my world of fantasy and desire, a young Colombian of 23 years whose appearance is joyous and smiling is but the surface of an ocean of dark and fascinating passions.. My love for spiders is more than a simple fascination; it's an obsession that takes me to explore the darkest corners of my imagination.. I plunge into their complicated and mysterious worlds and I admire their deadly beauty and their quiet seduction.. But beyond my fascination for the dark, I also have my desires the most intimate and secret.. In my deepest ghosts, I see myself wrapped in a web of spiders and I feel their sweet caresses run through my skin, awakening sensations that surpass the banal.. I'm thirsty for the sentiment of submission to a French lover whose dominant presence brings me to the edge of the abyss of desire.. In the game of power and submission, I find a freedom that allows me to explore my deepest desires and satisfy my most forbidden desires.

I imagine my French lover approaches me with an intense look full of desire, his hands expertly exploring every centimetre square of my skin with devotion and passion.. I abandon myself to him without reserve, allowing him to dominate me with his strength and his authority, finding ecstasy in total abandon to his will.. In this world of darkness and desire, I find a satisfaction that goes beyond the physical, a deep and visceral connection that transcends the limits of worldly pleasure.. But my ghosts are not limited to the erotic aspect.. I also find a fascination for the exploration of the world of knowledge and culture.. I enjoy the moments of tranquillité et de sérénité, where I can plunge into the reading of books that awaken my curiosity and transport me towards new worlds.. The Gothic literature and the black art occupy a particular place in my heart, nourishing my imagination and enriching my understanding of the world that surrounds me.

Beyond these skies, far from here where the sun sets at night to recharge, fill with light and continue with its daily waste. There was a small lonely island that the sea with all its waters bathed breaking the rocks that covered it by taking the small, the big remained. A flying bird was tired When it sees this island, it goes there It carried a small seed in its beak If you eat it in flight, you'll drop it. He landed as always at the highest point where the hardest rock is usually and trying to eat the small seed He fell, he rolled, he lost himself in the furrow. Disappointed and sad, she continues her way. looking for another inhabited island the existence of man did not make her happy the most important thing is that he was planted. We knew nothing about the end of this story. There was no record left if he could achieve it if there were other islands that had plants where to make his nest and be able to nest. Meanwhile on the island, the seed remained it adhered firmly to the rock and germinated there the drops of salt water watered it and the raindrops that fell in winter. Its growth was low, but it produced a beautiful flower. On the bare rock there was only it radiating its own colors into its environment: It was a world without flowers and without stars. Painters came to immortalize its image and also hummingbirds to sip its sweetness. Later, a poet wrote some verses for it that will tell the story of this beautiful flower

He was walking carelessly as always with the course that takes me home when then it appears from nowhere the most beautiful girl of the place. I looked at her and she looked at me Today the sun and the alleluia shone brighter: He accepted a rose as a gift from me and then he smiled, when I smiled at him. Eight suns stopped their wandering path and they came to me with their illumination the stars looked at me gently and the moon will sigh over the sea. I see the flowers in bloom more beautiful and I feel those that are about to bloom I hear the harmonious song of the birds that listened to us only yesterday. I will fall asleep in the aroma of flowers that at the edge of the ravine exists I can see myself represented in the mirror of the deep green of his sad look. The wind breaks the silence by singing, the bird trills its beautiful song, my soul vibrates with all that is beautiful, my faithful heart beats joyfully. Today I focus my life on loving her and her halo is of total splendor I'll sing the songs that they sing these men who know love

Beyond all our heavenly skies where the sun shines on a black background There was a very beautiful little princess who walked on a land of flowery fields. Princesses born on distant planets temperate character in the hours of solitude They are taught by severe-faced tutors love the beautiful and speak softly. One day in the morning when I was praying lying his dawn in front of the altar a refined fragrant message arrived wrapped in a sigh of real presence. "I am the little prince of this story As he humbly longs to have your love, that in the middle of a small planet grows, for you, the most beautiful flower. Come to me, my spoiled little princess come here, adorable little princess what I want most in life is that you always be my beloved. We will travel together the sidereal directions, We will visit a fox that lives in the desert, a snake will be the dearest friend, "We will enjoy the grass that grows in the open field." And one afternoon the princess set out on a journey. Could it be that she came riding a wandering kite, at the beginning of a great crystal laughter, or in the brightness of a morning star? But in the huge distances of the sky the little princess just got lost He didn't find the place where the prince was waiting for him It was never his will, but it was his destiny. He set foot in a country at the end of the world with many rivers that flow down from the mountain, a large desert, a chain of mountains, beautiful lakes And a huge and very calm sea that bathes it. And he gave up on the journey back. seduced by the great beauty of a copihue that captivated her by its red fire color while hanging from the branch of a colihue. And the elders gave her a beautiful name that ends with ENE and begins with SEA chosen from so many other names as the cutest they could find. And the princess walks around places on earth planting very beautiful flowers all over their gardens, they always look in bloom and there are many others waiting to bloom

The sun wanted to shine in ancient times Beyond the radiant face of a star And when it set its lightning on the earth It found that there was a very beautiful girl. And while traveling the whole Earth, contemplating all this great beauty, embracing the flowers of your sweet caress, he tasted its immense canopy of sweetness. And when we compare the flowers with the girl He found that none of them were so pretty Not even the lilies, fuchsias and allelíes And that's why he gave her the name Martita. And Martita grew up very fast. In pursuit of elusive butterflies Flying already in the transparent air Or stopped in the corolla of roses. He ran barefoot on the field I picked up the pebbles from the estuary I gazed at the beauty of the afternoon And he did his work carefully

He made the villa his playground He conquered the height of the cherry and pear trees He enjoyed the shade of the palm and apple tree He danced to the rhythm of the breeze and the wheat field. And he rode his horse always fiery When she stopped being a girl, she was a little girl And he would leave for the city in an instant To buy a bra or a pill. And if a great sorrow overtook him And he needed a good protection Or just when you felt sad he would play at Don Genaro's forge. Until one day among so many, any day Surely a Sunday morning He saw a boy of honey and good looking While she looked out the window

And love came with its immense charm Love came with its joys and its torments He devoted himself to it with all his senses With his days, his hours and his moments. And to the charm of mutual love Under the effect of its overwhelming strength He gave up his luxurious and simple life And being almost a child, she became a lady. That's how God wanted it, that's how it should have been What God allows, man doesn't refute Even if everyone opposed it And a familiar debate was generated. The girl born in fortune remained in memory He lived poverty with distinction and decorum The swing of his arms replaced the cradle His children were his leaders

Plus, I like to explore art and music, whether as a visitor to local art galleries or as an assistant to Gothic music concerts.. Beauty and creativity are for me a constant source of inspiration and I like to surround myself with people who share my passion for artistic expression and critical thinking.. In the hands of an intelligent and cultivated lover, I find the freedom to be who I really am, without fear of judgment or censure.. The intellectual connection becomes the perfect prelude to a night of unbridled pleasure, where the limits fade and where one abandons oneself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.. In this world of shadows and whispers, I am a goddess of desire and imagination, ready to be adored and venerated by those who dare to explore with me the darkest recesses of passion and sensuality.

But beyond my fascination for black, I have also my desires for the most intimate and secret.. In my deepest ghosts, I see myself enveloped in a web of spiders, feeling their sweet caresses, parcouring my skin, awakening sensations that surpass the terrestrial.. I aspire to the sentiment of soumission to a French lover, whose dominant presence brings me to the brink of the abyss of desire.. Dans le jeu du pouvoir et de la soumission, je retrouve une liberté qui me permet d'explorer mes désirs les plus profonds et de satisfier mes désirs les plus interdits I am now at peace with my own desires and my own desires. I imagine my French lover approaches me with an intense look full of desire, his hands expertly exploring every centimetre square of my skin with devotion and passion.. I abandon myself to him without reserve, allowing him to dominate me with his strength and his authority, finding ecstasy in total abandon to his will.. In this world of darkness and desire, I find a satisfaction that goes beyond the physical, a deep and visceral connection that transcends the limits of worldly pleasure.

But my ghosts are not limited to the erotic aspect.. I also find a fascination for the exploration of the world of knowledge and culture.. I enjoy the moments of tranquillité et de sérénité, where I can plunge into the reading of books that awaken my curiosity and transport me towards new worlds.. The Gothic literature and the black art occupy a particular place in my heart, nourishing my imagination and enriching my understanding of the world that surrounds me.. Plus, I like to explore art and music, whether as a visitor to local art galleries or as an assistant to Gothic music concerts.. Beauty and creativity are for me a constant source of inspiration and I like to surround myself with people who share my passion for artistic expression and critical thinking.

In the hands of an intelligent and cultivated lover, I find the freedom to be who I really am, without fear of judgment or censure.. The intellectual connection becomes the perfect prelude to a night of unbridled pleasure, where the limits fade and where one abandons oneself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.. In this world of shadows and whispers, I am a goddess of desire and imagination, ready to be adored and venerated by those who dare to explore with me the darkest recesses of passion and sensuality.

Even if it's a few things I don't like, like the noisy and chaotic environments, they don't affect my eroticism or my sensuality.. I prefer moments of calm and serenity, where I can explore my desires, my deepest desires, and satisfy my darkest desires without external distractions.. But beyond my fascination for black, I have also my desires for the most intimate and secret.. In my deepest ghosts, I see myself enveloped in a web of spiders, feeling their sweet caresses, parcouring my skin, awakening sensations that surpass the terrestrial.. I aspire to the sentiment of soumission to a French lover, whose dominant presence brings me to the brink of the abyss of desire.. Dans le jeu du pouvoir et de la soumission, je retrouve une liberté qui me permet d'explorer mes désirs les plus profonds et de satisfier mes désirs les plus interdits I am now at peace with my own desires and my own desires

I imagine my French lover approaches me with an intense look full of desire, his hands expertly exploring every centimetre square of my skin with devotion and passion.. I abandon myself to him without reserve, allowing him to dominate me with his strength and his authority, finding ecstasy in total abandon to his will.. In this world of darkness and desire, I find a satisfaction that goes beyond the physical, a deep and visceral connection that transcends the limits of worldly pleasure.. But my ghosts are not limited to the erotic aspect.. I also find a fascination for the exploration of the world of knowledge and culture.. I enjoy the moments of tranquillité et de sérénité, where I can plunge into the reading of books that awaken my curiosity and transport me towards new worlds.. The Gothic literature and the black art occupy a particular place in my heart, nourishing my imagination and enriching my understanding of the world that surrounds me.

Plus, I like to explore art and music, whether as a visitor to local art galleries or as an assistant to Gothic music concerts.. Beauty and creativity are for me a constant source of inspiration and I like to surround myself with people who share my passion for artistic expression and critical thinking.. In the hands of an intelligent and cultivated lover, I find the freedom to be who I really am, without fear of judgment or censure.. The intellectual connection becomes the perfect prelude to a night of unbridled pleasure, where the limits fade and where one abandons oneself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.. In this world of shadows and whispers, I am a goddess of desire and imagination, ready to be adored and venerated by those who dare to explore with me the darkest recesses of passion and sensuality.

Even if it's a few things I don't like, like the noisy and chaotic environments, they don't affect my eroticism or my sensuality.. I prefer moments of calm and serenity, where I can explore my desires, my deepest desires, and satisfy my darkest desires without external distractions.. But beyond my fascination for black, I have also my desires for the most intimate and secret.. In my deepest ghosts, I see myself enveloped in a web of spiders, feeling their sweet caresses, parcouring my skin, awakening sensations that surpass the terrestrial.. I aspire to the sentiment of soumission to a French lover, whose dominant presence brings me to the brink of the abyss of desire.. Dans le jeu du pouvoir et de la soumission, je retrouve une liberté qui me permet d'explorer mes désirs les plus profonds et de satisfier mes désirs les plus interdits I am now at peace with my own desires and my own desires

I imagine my French lover approaches me with an intense look full of desire, his hands expertly exploring every centimetre square of my skin with devotion and passion.. I abandon myself to him without reserve, allowing him to dominate me with his strength and his authority, finding ecstasy in total abandon to his will.. In this world of darkness and desire, I find a satisfaction that goes beyond the physical, a deep and visceral connection that transcends the limits of worldly pleasure.. But my ghosts are not limited to the erotic aspect.. I also find a fascination for the exploration of the world of knowledge and culture.. I enjoy the moments of tranquillité et de sérénité, where I can plunge into the reading of books that awaken my curiosity and transport me towards new worlds.. The Gothic literature and the black art occupy a particular place in my heart, nourishing my imagination and enriching my understanding of the world that surrounds me.

Plus, I like to explore art and music, whether as a visitor to local art galleries or as an assistant to Gothic music concerts.. Beauty and creativity are for me a constant source of inspiration and I like to surround myself with people who share my passion for artistic expression and critical thinking.. In the hands of an intelligent and cultivated lover, I find the freedom to be who I really am, without fear of judgment or censure.. The intellectual connection becomes the perfect prelude to a night of unbridled pleasure, where the limits fade and where one abandons oneself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.. In this world of shadows and whispers, I am a goddess of desire and imagination, ready to be adored and venerated by those who dare to explore with me the darkest recesses of passion and sensuality.

I love you... And your moves the time of my life without hours. I love you in the pale streams that travel in the night, and never end chasing the stars to the sea.. Je t'aime ce matin Detached from the flight of centuries who went are bateau blanc vers l'eau sans vagues where ta voix et ma chanson nageaient tristement. I love you in the pain without tears that sleep accumulated so many nights in the sky invested in my pupils to look at you cosmic, in the voice mined by my noise of centuries that collapse. I love you. In the reflective sleeplessness where my spirit has returned in the birds. I love you... Mon amour s'échappe légèrement des expressions et des itinéraires, et il brise les ombres et atteint ton image du point innocent où je suis herbe et trille My love is slightly escaping from the expressions and the routes, and the breeze from the shadows and reaches your image of the innocent point where I am herb and trille.

Quel contact souriant de tes yeux, léger comme des colombes effrayées sur le rivage de l'eau! À quelle vitesse le contact de tes yeux avec mon regard! Who is it? Est-ce important! Malgré toi, il y a un petit mot dans tes yeux énigmatique Je ne veux pas le savoir. Tu me plais me regardant de côté, caché, effrayé. Donc je peux penser que tu fuis quelque chose, de ma part ou de toi, de rien, de ces tentations qu'ils disent poursuivre à la femme mariée.

You undress like you were alone and suddenly you discover you're with me. Comme je t'aime alors between the sheets and the cold! You start to flirt with me like a stranger and I make you a cour ceremonieuse et chaleureuse. I think I'm your husband and you're cheating on me. And as we love each other then in the laughter of finding ourselves alone in a forbidden love! (Later, when it's arrived, I've fear of you and I feel a frisson.)

Two bodies face to face, sometimes there and two waves and the night is ocean. Two bodies face to face sometimes, two stones and the night of the desert. Two bodies face to face sometimes are roots in the night. Two bodies face to face sometimes, they are knives and the night is light. Two bodies face to face are two stars that fall in a blank sky.

The last can close my eyes Shadow that will carry me the day white, And I can free my soul Hora, à son empressement anxieux flatteur; Mais pas de cette autre partie du rivage Laissera le souvenir là où il a brûlé: "Here is the memory of the day when the river was burned". Swimming knows my flame, l'eau froide, Et lose respect for the severe laws. soul, for whom a god has been a prison, veines, what humour they have given to tant de feu, des moelles qui ont glorieusement brûlé, son corps partira, pas ses soins; ce seront des cendres, mais cela aura du sens; ils seront poussière, encore plus de poussière en amour.

I'm close to you, without you knowing, and I remember your voice when you leave and feel the warmth of your greeting. To love is to wait for you as if you were part of the couch of sunshine, neither before nor after, for we are alone among games and stories on the land. To love is to perceive, when we are absent, your perfume in the air I breathe, and contemplate the star in which you depart when I close the door at night.

We get so naked until you lose it. Le sexe sous le lit. We get so naked that the flies swear we were dead. I've undressed you inside, I've disturbed you so deeply that my orgasm was lost.

We are so naked that we feel burned, that we wash him a hundred times he is returned for us to hide love from my kidneys, dead alive, I wait in vain your word écrit et je pense, avec la fleur qui se fane, that if je vis sans moi, je veux te perdre. The air is immortal. The stone is inert He doesn't know man and he doesn't avoid him. The heart inside doesn't need the honey I've seen in the moon. But I suffered. I've torn my veins, tiger and dove, on your waist in a duel of bites and lilies. Then fill me with the words of madness or let me live in the serenity of the dark night.

Couvre-moi, mon amour, le toit de ma bouche avec cette mousse extrême extrême, qui est le jasmin de ceux qui savent et de ceux qui brûlent, germé sur la pointe du corail rocheux (I'm covered with my mouth with this extreme mousse, which is the jasmine of those who know and those who burn). Rends-moi fou, mon amour, ton sel, fou, your flower supreme is thundering and fierce, your fury is in the diadem of the eyelet that bites.. Oh tight flow, love, oh gorgeous warm snow bubbling through such a narrow and raw cave, to watch how your beautiful neck you glide, my love, and it rains jasmines and stars of saliva!

I love you at ten o'clock in the morning and eleven o'clock in the afternoon. I love you with all my soul and with all my body, sometimes, the rainy afternoons.. But at two o'clock in the afternoon or at three o'clock, when I begin to think of you, and you think of food or of entertainment, I begin to hate you with half the hatred I have for me.. puis je t'aime à nouveau, quand nous allons nous coucher et je sens que tu es fait pour moi, que d'une manière ou d'une autre ton genou et ton ventre me disent que mes mains me convainquez-moi, et qu'il n'y a aucun autre endroit dans où que je viens, où que j'aille, mieux que toi corps I love you again, when we go to bed and I feel that you are made for me, that d'une manière ou d'une autre your knee and your belly tell me that my hands convince-me, and that there is no other place in which I come, where I go, better than you body. You come tout entier à ma rencontre, and nous disparaissons tous les deux an instant, nous entrons dans dans la bouche de dieu, until I tell you that I have the hunger ou le sommeil

Days and nights I've searched for you without finding the place where you sing I've searched for you through time in the high and across the river in the low You're lost in tears nights and nights I've searched for you without finding the place where you cry Looking to know that you weep and that you have wept for me you alone save the weeping and a beggar noir you make him crowned king of your hand

En passant, il me salue et après le vent ça donne le souffle de sa première voix à la lumière carré d'une fenêtre Ça embue, pas le verre, mais le souffle It is as early as a bell. ♪ It's like a story and when it cuts the thread of the moment ♪. If you wear blue and go to school, you can't tell if he's walking or flying because it's like the breeze, so light that in the morning blue it's not necessary

I thought of you, of your hair that the world of shadows would send, and I had a point in my life and I wanted to dream that you were to me. I'm walking the earth with my eyes high. - To such a height that in a rage of rage or in a miserable redness the human creature lights them up. Vivre: -To know how to die; c'est comme ça that ça m'afflige cette malheureuse recherche, ce bien féroce, et tout l'Être dans mon âme se reflète, et en cherchant sans foi, je meurs de foi. I'm not afraid of dying, but I'm not afraid of dying.

I love you for your eyebrows, for your hair, I debate with you in the very white corridors where they play the fountains of light, I debate with every name, I tear you from your scar, I place the ashes of light in your hair and the cassettes that sleep in the rain.. I don't want you to have a form, that you are precisely what happens behind your hand, parce que l'eau, considère l'eau, et les lions quand ils se dissolvent dans le sucre de la fable, et les gestes, cette architecture du rien, enlumant leurs lampes au milieu du match. Every morning is the blackboard where I invent and draw, ready to be erased, not who you are, not with your hair, not with your smile.. I'm looking for your sum, the rim of the glass where the wine It's also the moon and the mirror, I'm looking for that line that makes a man tremble a museum gallery. In addition, je t'aime, et depuis longtemps et froidement I love you, and for a long time and a cold

My slave, you fear me.. Love me. My slavery is with thee the most vast couch of sunshine in my sky, and in it my soul shines like a cold star.. When they're away from you, my pas come back to me. My own fouet is falling on my life. You are what is in me and who is far. Fuyant comme a chœur de brumes chassées is a song that is sung by the brutes.. Next to me, but wherein, what is far. And quoi, étant loin sous mes pieds, march away from me. The echo of the voice beyond silence. And what grows in my soul like mousse in ruins

Last love beyond death. The last can close my eyes Shadow that will carry me the day white, And I can free my soul Hora, à son empressement anxieux flatteur; Mais pas de cette autre partie du rivage Laissera le souvenir là où il a brûlé: "Here is the memory of the day when the river was burned". Swimming knows my flame, l'eau froide, Et lose respect for the severe laws. soul, for whom a god has been a prison, veines, what humour they have given to tant de feu, des moelles qui ont glorieusement brûlé, son corps partira, pas ses soins; ce seront des cendres, mais cela aura du sens; ils seront poussière, encore plus de poussière en amour.

Femme, j'aurais été ton fils, pour t'avoir bu le lait des seins comme d'une source, to look at you and feel you at my side and to have you dans le rire doré et la voix de cristal. To feel you in my veins like God in the rivers and I love you in the sad bones of the dust and the chaux, because your being passes without pain beside me and this is ressorti in the verse purified of all evil –. How will you know how I love you, femme, how will you know I love you, I love you like no one ever has! I love you more. And again I love you more and more

Your gesture is inscribed in my soul.. Ton geste est écrit dans mon âme et combien je veux écrire sur toi; toi seul l'as écrit, je l'ai lu c'est juste que je te cache toujours ça. Your gesture is written in my soul and how much I want to write about you.. I am and I will always be therein; that even if all that I see in you does not fit into me, of so much good that I do not understand I think, taking already the faith comme budget. I was born only to love you, my soul has cut you to its size, by habit of the soul itself, I love you, all that I have, I confess that I owe you, for you I was born, for you I have life, for you I must die and for you I die.