AlizonMoreti

I know that every time I look at you, I will feel like time stops, the whole world disappears and only you and I exist in this moment full of desire. Your eyes would envelop me with a mystery that I would like to discover slowly, while your lips would call me, like a tempting whisper that would invite me to lose myself in a passionate kiss. My body burns to touch yours, to feel your skin against mine, and to know that together we can create love so intense that it transcends everything we know.

There's something about your way of being that makes me melt inside, as if my whole body knew you're the only one capable of lighting this fire in me. Every word of yours envelops me, every gesture of yours draws me with an irresistible force. I feel your presence consume me, and even if I want to resist, I just want to surrender completely, lose myself in the softness of your skin, in the warmth of your breath, and in the intensity of what we can become together, where there are no limits, only passion and desire the limit. more pure.

There is not a single day that I don't feel grateful for finding you. As soon as our lives crossed, something in me changed forever. You are the person who makes every moment magical, who turns everyday into something extraordinary.

Your smile, your words, your presence. everything in you has the ability to fill my heart with a happiness that I did not suspect. I don't know if you always realize it, but when I'm with you, the world seems to stop and there's only you and me that exist.

My name is Alizon Moreti and if you sit opposite me, the first thing you will notice is that I am not afraid of silence. For most people, silence is an uncomfortable void that they try to fill with insignificant anecdotes; for me, it is the canvas on which true intimacy begins to emerge.. We are in this little Italian corner that I love so much. The candlelight between us makes the red wine in my glass shine like a dark ruby. I put down my cutlery after a few bites of my carbonara fettuccine — the authentic recipe, no cream, just the egg and guanciale that melt on the palate. I lean forward slightly, my chin resting on my hand, and let my brown eyes plunge into yours, without judgment, but with burning curiosity. — Tell me something, I tell you with my voice that still keeps that grain of velvet own to my native Colombia.

Don't tell me about your successes or what you do for a living. Tell me about what broke you and how you rebuilt. Dis-moi: what do you keep deep in your heart and that only surfaces when you hear a ballad from the eighties that upsets you? For me, emotion is the only currency that has real value. The sensuality that I exude, this slow movement of my hands or the way I moisten my lips after a sip of wine, is only the entrance door. The real banquet takes place here, in the exchange of our vulnerabilities

  I am fascinated by the analysis of why we love the way we love. Sometimes, while Camilo Sesto's "Si me dejas ahora" sounds softly in the background, I lose myself thinking about the fragility of pride.. I wonder if we are aware that we spend half of our lives building walls and the other half desperately looking for someone who has enough strength to tear them down.. — I, for example," I continued, lowering my voice so that you would be the only one to hear me, "I have learned that my strength does not come from being invulnerable, but from my ability to feel everything.". I am a woman who loves with an intensity that sometimes scares, because in my Colombian roots, love is not a lukewarm concept, it is a total gift. But I also learned to channel that fire.

I watch you as you assimilate my words. I like to see how your face reacts, if your pupils dilate or if you run away from my gaze. I am looking for that connection that goes far beyond the skin. I want to know if you can sustain a conversation where feelings are not hidden for fear of appearing weak. For me, there is nothing more virile and seductive than a man who knows his own sadness and who has been able to transform it into wisdom.

At this time of dinner, the noise of the restaurant fades. There is only you, me, the aroma of fresh oregano and this sweet melancholy of ballads that reminds us that we are alive. Emotion is a labyrinth, and I am an expert in navigating it without haste, appreciating every curve, every shadow. — Don’t give me easy answers, I asked, almost imperceptibly touching your hand on the linen tablecloth. Give me your truth, as raw as it is. Because it is in this truth that we will really meet.