AmySpider

She, who can be a muse or a warrior.. She, who can laugh barefoot in the rain, or remain silent while watching the world go by.. She, who writes on skin and in the air, who loves without measure, who is not afraid to get lost in order to find herself better.. She doesn't need empty promises or castles in the air.. She builds hers with bricks of self-esteem and windows open to the future.. She is a home, a wind, a fire.. And if you ever see her, stop.. Look at it carefully.. Don't try to fully understand her, because there are women who don't understand themselves, they only feel for others.. And she, she is like an eternal verse, like a silent revolution, like a song that never ends and that always, always leaves the heart bigger and the eyes more dreamy..

There is a woman who walks among dreams, as if the entire world had been created solely to witness her slow and steady pace, as if every heartbeat of the universe paused in time with the rhythm of her gaze.. Her eyes are clear, clear like the dawn when it still hesitates to wake up or to continue dreaming.. In them reside the calmness of the ocean and the storm of one who has loved so much.. These are eyes that do more than just look: they tell stories, reveal mysteries, expose truths, and shape the future.. Her skin, as white as moonlight, is not fragile: it is a sacred map, a battlefield, and a canvas for art.. The tattoos rest on her like secrets confided to the wind, symbols of life, beautiful scars, promises to herself etched in ink and fire..

In my world of fantasy and desire, there is a young 23-year-old Colombian woman whose cheerful and smiling appearance is only the surface of an ocean of dark and fascinating passions. My love for spiders is more than just a fascination; it's an obsession that leads me to explore the darkest corners of my imagination. I immerse myself in their complex 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 created some verses for her, which told the story of this beautiful flower. He walked carelessly as always, on the path that leads me home, when then, she appeared out of nowhere, the most beautiful girl in the area.. I looked at her, and she looked at me, today.,The sun and the lily 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 center my life on loving her, and her aura is of total splendor. I will sing the songs that those men who know love sing. Beyond all our celestial heavens where the sun shines against a black background, there was a very beautiful little princess who walked on a land of flowering 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

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.. more,I enjoy exploring art and music, whether it's by visiting local art galleries or attending 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 cultured lover, I find the freedom to be who I truly am, without fear of judgment or censorship.. 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 revered by those who dare to explore with me the darkest corners of passion and sensuality. Even though there are things I don't like, such as noisy and chaotic environments, they do not affect my eroticism or 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 fantasies,I see myself enveloped in a spiderweb, feeling their gentle caresses running across my skin, awakening sensations that transcend the earthly. I yearn for the feeling 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 cravings.

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 in exploring the world ofknowledge 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.. Gothic literature and black art hold a special place in my heart, fueling my imagination and enriching my understanding of the world around me. Furthermore, I enjoy exploring art and music, whether by visiting local art galleries or attending 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 unrestrained pleasure, where boundaries disappear and one completely surrenders 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 revered by those who dare to explore with me the darkest corners 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.