CinthiaWalker

There is no one in the world more beautiful than you, perfect brunette with sincere eyes, as the moon shines in its blue, as the sea caresses all its sand You are passion, you are calm, you are fire and sea, you are a storm in the serene sky, and in your presence, I want to stay, beprisoner of your eternal fate Oh, beautiful brunette with perfect body, my heart beats every day in your honor, my soul is yours, my love is secret, and in your eyes at night, I find my guide It's you, majestic and unequalled, with your angelic smile and your soft shine Your hair, black as the shadow, It swings in the air like a blanket of stars, envelops the environment with its magic and amazes, It's black velvet that sparkles and sparkles When I look at you, there's nothing else, everything goes out and you're the queen, You are a garden where the rose blooms, and your lips chain my desireYour hands are soft, caresses of the breeze, your fingers look like art brushes, which touches the soul, which inflames life, which make me dream and exalt in my chest You are a dream made flesh and desire, a vision that inspires me to fly, a muse that, in each verse, I believe, the star that guides my night to shine Beautiful brunette with cinnamon skin, sculpted body of an earthly goddess, you are the perfection that flies in the world, like a sweet sigh, like a heavenly song Your gait is graceful, like a serene dance, and with every step, the world surrenders to you Your silhouette is a dream, a flower in the sand It blooms in a vibrant way, with the essence of jasmine Your dark eyes, like the deep night, reflecting the secrets that the stars keep, They shine brightly, like the shining sun, and in them the world is lost, dream. You smile, and the sky opens calmly, Your laughter is an echo of infinite sweetness, like an angel of light that lifts the soul, like a beacon that encourages, that inspires, that invites.

Cinthia walks under the full moon, like an elegant shadow among the sparkles of the sky. His brown skin absorbs the silver light, and his steps are echoes that resonate in the stillness of the night. With every movement, the wind bends at your feet, playing with the curls that adorn her head, unique hair, with an unmatched texture, like threads of silk.darkness woven by heavenly hands. Your body is an ode to perfection, a living sculpture that defies the laws of time, and its thinness, far from fragility, It is a symbol of strength, grace, and contained power. His eyes, two lighthouses in the darkness, They see the world with a deep look, as if they could decipher the secrets that lie in the deepest recesses of the soul. And his face, oh his face! It is that of a goddess who has descended from Olympus, with delicate but firm lines, with an expression that speaks of wisdom, but also of the sweetest innocence.. There is no corner in his countenance that does not radiate a timeless beauty, one that does not fade even in dreams darker or in brighter lights.. And in his smile the mystery of the universe is hidden, that few can understand. Cinthia is not just a model, it is the ideal made flesh, it is the reflection of what we all would like to be. in our most perfect moments Cinthia walks under the full moon, like an elegant shadow among the sparks of the sky. His brown skin absorbs the silvery light, and his steps are echoes that resonate in the quiet of the night. At every movement, the wind bends at your feet, playing with the curls that adorn her head, unique hair, with unparalleled texture, like threads of darkness woven by celestial hands. Your body is an ode to perfection, a living sculpture that defies the laws of time, and its leanness, far from fragility, It is a symbol of strength, grace and power contained. His eyes, two beacons in the dark, They see the world with a deep look, as if they could decipher the secrets that lie deep in the soul. Can I see her first? And of course excluded,oh her face! It is that of a goddess descended from Olympus, with delicate but firm lines, with an expression that speaks of wisdom, but also of the sweetest innocence. There is no corner in her face that does not radiate a timeless beauty, one that does not fade even in the darkest dreams or in the brightest lights.. And in his smile hides the mystery of the universe, that few people can understand. Cinthia is not just a model, She is the ideal flesh made, She is the reflection of what we all would like to be. in our most perfect moments.

Cinthia walks under the full moon, like a graceful shadow among the sparkles of the sky. His skin, brown, absorbs the silvery light, and his steps are echoes that resonate in the stillness of the night. With every movement, the wind bends at her feet, playing with the curls that adorn her head, a unique hair, of an incomparable texture, like threads of darkness woven by celestial hands. Her body is an ode to perfection, a living sculpture that defiesthe laws of time, and its thinness, far from fragility, is symbol of strength, grace, and contained power. His eyes, two beacons in the darkness, see the world with a deep look, as if they could decipher the secrets that lie in the deepest of the soul. And his face, oh his face! , is that of a goddess who has descended from Olympus, with delicate but firm lines, with an expression that speaks of wisdom, but also of the sweetest innocence. There is no corner of her countenance that does not radiate a timeless beauty, one that does not fade in the darkest dreams or the brightest lights.. And in his smile hides the mystery of the universe, that few can understand.Cinthia is not just a model, is the ideal made flesh, is the reflection of what we all want to be in our most perfect moments A l'horizon de l'imaginaire, où les rêves prennent forme, Cinthia monte, une rivière de beauté qui coule sans fin. Her slender and airy silhouette seems to dance with the wind that caresses her with devotion, as if it were a whisper that only she understands. Her skin, tanned by suns that never go out, shines with a brilliance that defies the shadows, and in her presence, everything around illuminates, as if the world itself had stopped to admire her perfection.. Cinthia's hair, a cascading crown, unique, rebellious, but always beautiful, glides like waves in a night sea, each curl a story, each strand a verse. And his body, what a body! It's apoem written with perfect lines, a symmetry that defies nature, a dance between strength and subtlety, the balance that only the gods could have conceived. When she walks, the world follows her, mesmerized by her innate grace, And with every step, it seems to float, as if gravity could not reach it. But it is not only her body that dazzles, It is her face, this face of goddess that keeps in its features the echo of ancient legends. Her eyes, deep and enigmatic, They reflect a soul that has seen more than she tells, and in her smile hides a promise, the promise that true beauty not only look, but feel, you live, you breathe.

On the horizon of the imagination, where dreams take shape, Cinthia rises, a river of beauty that flows endlessly. Her figure, slender and ethereal, seems to dance with the wind, which caresses her with devotion, as if it were a whisper that only she understands. His skin, tanned by suns that never go out, shines with a radiance that defies the shadows,and in his presence, everything around lights up, as if the world itself stopped to admire its perfection.. Cinthia's hair, a crown that falls in a cascade, unique, rebellious, but always beautiful, slides like waves in a night sea, each curl a story, each strand a verse. And what a body! It's a poem written with perfect lines, a symmetry that defies nature, a dance between strength and subtlety, the balance that only the gods could have conceived.. When she walks, the world follows her, mesmerized by her innate grace, And with every step, it seems to float, as if gravity couldn't reach it. But it's not just her body that dazzles, It's her face,that goddess face that keeps in its features the echo of ancient legends. His eyes, deep and enigmatic, They reflect a soul that has seen more than it tells, and in his smile a promise is hidden, the promise that true beauty not only looks, but feels, you live, you breathe On the horizon of imagination, where dreams take shape, rises Cinthia, a river of beauty that flows endlessly.. Her figure, slender and ethereal, seems to dance with the wind, which caresses her with devotion, as if it were a whisper that only she understands.. Her skin, tanned by suns that never go out, shines with a glow that defies the shadows, and in her presence, everything around lights up, as if the world itself stopped to admire her perfection.. Cinthia's hair, a crown that falls in a cascade,

unique, rebellious, but always beautiful, glides like waves in a night sea, each curl a story, each strand a verse. And his body, what a body! , is a poem written with perfect lines, a symmetry that defies nature, a dance between strength and subtlety, the balance that only the gods could have conceived. When she walks, the world follows her, mesmerized by her innate grace, and at every step, she seems to float, as if gravity could not reach her.. But it is not only her body that dazzles, it is her face, that face of goddess that keeps in its features the echo of ancient legends. Her eyes, deep and enigmatic, reflect a soul that has seen more than it can tell, and in her smile is hidden a promise, the promise that true beauty is not only seen, but felt, lived, breathed..

When Heaven wanted to create something perfect, He put His effort into the figure of Cinthia. Every inch of your being is a tribute to what the word beauty means. His skin, brown like the fertile earth, It is a mantle that covers the perfection of his body, thin, sculpted by the gods, a creation that seems to float between the divine and the earthly.Cinthia's hair, unique like a miracle, falls in waves that recall landscapes of the most intimate and distant dreams.. It is a mane that is not limited to being seen, but it should be admired, like a work of art in constant movement.. His body, a masterpiece of divine proportions, It is a temple that every movement adorns. Thin, yes, but with a strength that lies beneath the softness, a perfect structure that hides secrets that only those who approach it can discover.. And her face, oh, that goddess face! It is a reminder that the heavenly can live among us. Every line, every curve of his countenance It is a map of perfection drawn by time and the dreams of those who observe it. But it is not only its appearance that captivates, It is her aura, that energy that surrounds her and that makes everything around you make sense. It is its essence that makes it a uniquebeing, a combination of the divine and the human, of the tangible and the intangible. In every look, in every smile, Cinthia reminds us that beauty is not only external, but also dwells in the spirit, in the way you move through the world and how she touches the hearts of those around her When Heaven wanted to create something perfect, He put his efforts on the figure of Cinthia. Every inch of your being is a tribute to what beauty means. His skin, brown like the fertile earth, It is a mantle that covers the perfection of his body, thin, sculpted by the gods, a creation that seems to float between the divine and the earthly. Cinthia’s hair, unique as a miracle, falls in waves that recall the landscapes of the most intimate and distant dreams. It is a mane that is not limited to being seen, but must be admired, like a work of art in constant movement.Her body, a masterpiece of divine proportions, It is a temple that every movement adorns. Thin, yes, but with a strength that hides under the softness, a perfect structure that hides secrets that only those who approach it can discover. And her face, oh, that face of a goddess! It's a reminder that the heavenly can live among us. Every line, every curve of her face It's a map of perfection drawn by time and the dreams of those who observe it. But it is not only its appearance that seduces, It is its aura, this energy that surrounds it and it gives meaning to everything that surrounds you. It is his essence that makes him a unique being, a combination of the divine and the human, the tangible and the intangible.. In every look,

in every smile, Cinthia reminds us that beauty is not only external, but it also dwells in the mind, in the way you move through the world and how it touches the heart of those around it When heaven wanted to create something perfect, it put its effort into the figure of Cinthia. Every inch of her being is a tribute to what the word beauty means. Her skin, tan like the fertile earth, is a mantle that covers the perfection of her body, slender, sculpted by the gods, a creation that seems to float between the divine and the human.the earthly. Cinthia’s hair, unique as a miracle, falls in waves that recall the landscapes of the most intimate and distant dreams. It is a mane that is not limited to be seen, but must be admired, like a work of art in constant motion. Her body, a masterpiece of divine proportions, is a temple that every movement adorns. Thin, yes, but with a strength that lies beneath the softness, a perfect structure that hides secrets that only those who approach it can discover.. And her face, oh, that face of a goddess! , is a reminder that the heavenly can dwell among us. Every line, every curve of her face is a map of perfection drawn by time and the dreams of those who observe her.. But it is not only her appearance that captivates, it is her aura, that energy that surrounds her and that makes everything around her make sense.. It is her essence that makes her a unique being, a combination of the divine and the human, the tangible and the intangible.. In every look, in every smile, Cinthia reminds us that beauty is not only external, but also dwells in the spirit, in the way she moves through the world and how she touches the hearts of those around her. In a world full of passing lights, There is a star that shines with its own light, and that star is Cinthia, a muse of infinite perfection, whose beauty defies the passage of time. Dark as the most intense sunsets, Your skin is a canvas where the sun rests, caressing every corner of its warm light, highlighting the perfection of its being. Thin but strong, her body is a living sculpture, sculpted by the wind and the whispers of the gods. Every movement is aa silent dance, a choreography created by nature to be contemplated with admiration. But what really sets him apart is his hair, unique and majestic, a dark waterfall that falls gracefully, like rivers at night that flow in silence. Each strand is a universe, each loop, a galaxy in which to get lost. Her face, true divine work, Sculpted with the precision of a goddess.Your eyes, windows on the soul, They reflect a wisdom that transcends the earthly, and a smile hides on her lips capable of illuminating even the darkest days. Cinthia is not only an image of beauty, it is a force, an energy that transcends the physical. It is the representation of the eternal, of what never fades, of what always remains in memory, even after the lights have gone out.. It is a reminder that true beauty This is not found only in what we see, but in what we feel when we are close to an essence so pure, so powerful, which can not be described with simple words, but in this poem I try to capture as the wind tries to catch the sunlight.