Daphnnee

« Le Langage de Ta Peau » In the silence between two breaths, I find you. Not by words or gestures, but in the slight shudder that announces the proximity of desire. Your skin is an ancestral language, a language spoken with the fingers, with the sacred slowness of one who prays a body both temple and sin. There's a quiet fire on your lips, a promise kept to touch. Each of your kisses is a confession, each sigh, a flame that writes my name in the air. We recognize ourselves in the twilight, where the light barely dares, and time recedes, docile, before the urgency of the flesh that awakens. Your back — a path of mysteries — guides me with its music of shadows. I follow its curves as one follows its destiny, eager of the vertigo of your silhouette, of the salt that your skin carries after the desire. There is an instant when everything stops: my breath is yours, my pulse merges with yours, and the universe is reduced to the infinity of your body. Then, silence. this silence that is not emptiness, but a fullness that burns and breathes, an echo of what we were when love was pure abandonment, and the whole world held in your arms.

Come, love, for the night calls us with its voice of velvet and its sighs, naked of stars, trembling in the bed of the sky that awaits our delusions. The wind pronounces your name to my ear like a secret that burns forever, and I, condemned to your burning fire, I lose myself in your mouth, sweet promise. You are the fever that intoxicates my veins, the ember that dances under my skin, the echo of all my strange hours, the moon delivered to my dawn. Your breath is a wine that drives me crazy, your hands, paths of thirst and honey, and when your body offers itself to mine, the heavens of the most faithful pleasure open. Every corner of you is a new verse, a poem written with ink and breath, the perfect stanza of my universe, my faith, my torment, my laughter, my desire. Let's not talk about Time, neither yesterday nor yesterday, for love does not enter broken clocks, let our souls speak to us in the burning language of our bodies. Your skin is my homeland, my sea, my punishment, my track, my north, my farewell, my song. And at your touch, I leave the refuge of all modesty, of all reason. Look at me like this, with the eyes of the dawn when the dawn rises between kisses and foam, let me love you with the slow calm with which the flowers of the night burn. Make me again, without haste, without fear, with this tenderness that bites and heals, and let me love you, without end or remedy, until the silence leads us to the dawn.

When I see you, or Mundo Cessa When I see you, or the world goes out, Everything that weighs, everything that presses Everything dissolves in an instant of calm, Like a breeze that soothes the soul. Your eyes watch over an ancient sea, Deep, serene, sometimes périgourdine. But even when Dor Ali dies, It's them who devour me in peace. Loving you is not just loving you by your side, Listening to the silence of your loved ones, I understand your dark days, And being a bluff in your rough seas. I'll smile when your smile wakes, I'll check when the door is open. It'll be a shelter, not a prisoner, There's freedom in the landscape. When you sleep, or the pace slows, I hope to contemplate your spring, Back non-sheet, light and sincere, Beautiful garden that blooms while waiting. And even when life weighs and gives, And hope is hidden or destroyed, It's enough to look at you, a word, The night becomes less night. I'll love you simple, but never small, It's written in mime or it's eternal. Planting in firm or uncertain soil And not improving the soil. If one day or one hour we want to rise, And fate tries to extinguish us, What was written in the verses between them: Our love was rooted, it never rhymes. Foi chama, but also calm, He was forced to hours of agony. It was all my heart desired — A love that is great. It's poetry.

Come, get closer, for the night wraps us in its mantle of slow fire, and the silence is filled with promises that only your skin and mine can utter. Let me lose myself on the shore of your lips, where the vertigo begins and where the world ends, because when your eyes look at me like this, all that I was vanishes, and I exist only in this moment, in this flame that consumes me with the sweet violence of your proximity. Don't say anything. your breath already tells me everything, each of your breaths is a secret poem written on my neck, and each touch of your fingers awakens the stars that slept under my skin. Do you feel it? This is desire. the one that cannot be named, but that is lived, the one that is born from an accidental contact and that grows with every look held too long. What burns without permission, and now burns us without remedy. Your skin against mine is a whole universe, a constellation of heartbeats where love becomes contact, and time abandons itself to us like a long prolonged sigh, which does not want to end. I think of you, even holding you in my arms, because loving you is an endless game, a dance between tenderness and desire, between your lips that rub mine and your hands that draw me in the air. Let's make love an art, an art that is not learned, but that is felt, like you, like this moment, like this moment when everything else disappears, and only you, and only me, and this sweet madness that envelops us. Let me tell you with caresses what words cannot reach, let me read your body like an open book, where every curve is a verse, and every moan, a statement of faith. Let the night hear us, let it know that we were the fire, that we met in the dark and that we created the light with every kiss, with every embrace, with every promise made between two sighs. And when the dawn reaches us, I want to see you asleep on my breast, with the peace of one who loved without measure, and the smile of one who was adored beyond the carnal, beyond time, beyond everything..

💖 Romantic poem in French: "Through your gaze" Through your gaze, the world lights up, Every star fades, every night bows. Your breath is a poem that the wind confides to me, And your silence sings louder than a thousand lives. Your hands have drawn paths on my skin, Invisible roads that my mornings follow. When you touch me, time becomes fragile, A heartbeat, a subtle vertigo. I love you in the shadow, I love you in the light, I love you in doubt, I love you in truth. Your absence is a cry that my soul guesses, A void that resonates, a divine pain. Every word you say becomes a prayer, An echo of infinity, a sincere light. And even if tomorrow the world should go out, My love for you, he, could not be exhausted. For you are my season, my fire, my river, My secret refuge, my sweet light. And in every goodbye, in every new beginning, I find your name engraved deep in my feelings.

in your arms

Under the moon, your eyes shine like lost stars, and in your smile, I see the whole universe, reflection of all my unexpressed fantasies, a sweet murmur between the skin and the wind. My hands tremble as I caress your body, like a sea that overflows as it touches the shore. Every curve, every corner calls me, and my lips melt into your neck, as if the whole world would disappear at the touch of your skin. Your perfume envelops me, intense and sweet like honey in summer, and in the heat of your breath, I feel fire, a flame that burns without end. Your fingers, soft as the evening breeze, draw on my skin never written verses, drawing promises, caresses and desires that my heart keeps deep inside, waiting for the moment when they will unleash themselves in a silent cry of love and pleasure.. Time stops when we merge, like two souls lost in eternity, and in your gaze, I seek refuge, the corner where my thoughts vanish and where my being abandons without fear. Each kiss is a pact, an invisible bond that unites our bodies, a dance of fire and water, where we are one, almost infinite, almost divine. And in the silence of the night, when everything seems to be you, my body continues to resonate with your echo, and your traces remain, eternal, in every corner of my being.

I'm 21 years old and I love dressing up; It's like entering a different world every time I put on a new outfit. Whether it's a princess, a warrior, or even a darker character, I enjoy exploring all those facets of my personality that I don't normally show.. I like to take care of every detail: I'm a fan of all things from makeup to accessories, and I always look for each costume to be unique and reflect something of me. My friends love when I show up with something new; They say they never know what to expect, and that amuses me. I am fascinated by how costumes allow me to connect with people from all over, whether at conventions or on social media, where I always find others passionate about cosplay.. For me, dressing up is not just a hobby, it's a way to express myself and live different stories every time.. "For me, dressing up is much more than putting on a suit; it's like stepping into a character and, for a moment, being someone completely different.. I love the process of choosing every detail and bringing my characters to life, from the sweetest to the darkest and most mysterious.. Sometimes I spend hours sewing, painting, or searching for perfect accessories so that each outfit has something special and unique to me.. My costume collection is huge: I have everything from princess dresses to more daring warrior and villain costumes. My friends know that if there's a theme party, I'm going to show up with something totally unexpected, and I think they enjoy seeing what I'll transform into next time as much as I do.. I love surprising them. I have also started sharing my costumes on social media, and that excites me very much.. It is a great way to connect with other people who are passionate about cosplay and who value the effort and creativity behind each outfit.. I always try to show the process, from the initial idea to the final makeup, and I love giving advice and receiving advice from other cosplayers too.. I have made friends from all over the world! When I put on a costume, I feel like I can express parts of me that aren't normally seen: I can be bolder, funnier, or even more enigmatic.. It's like living many lives in one, and that makes me feel free and happy. Each costume is an adventure, a story that I create myself, and that feeling of letting your imagination fly is what I love most about this hobby..

She is twenty-one years old, but when you meet her, you might think she's lived a thousand lives. Every costume she wears tells a different story, every outfit is a doorway into a world she's created with her own hands and imagination. For her, dressing up is not a simple hobby—it's a form of transformation, a language through which she can express emotions, dreams, and parts of herself that everyday life rarely allows to shine.. she has been fascinated by characters who live beyond the ordinary- warriors, sorceresses, and mysterious villains who exist between light and shadow. Now, as a young woman, she brings those fantasies to life with astonishing dedication.. Each costume she designs is more than fabric and thread; it's a story carefully sewn together. She can spend hours looking for the right materials, painting tiny details, or testing different hairstyles until everything feels perfect.. Her friends love her creativity. They never know who she'll be next—a gentle fairy, a fierce knight, or perhaps a dark queen with a secret smile.. At parties or conventions, she doesn't just wear a costume; she becomes the character.. Her posture changes, her voice takes on new tones, and her eyes shine with the excitement of someone stepping into another life.. People often stop to take pictures, enchanted by the magic she radiates without even trying.. Once, at a small convention held on a stormy night, she wore a shimmering silver dress she had sewn herself. The lights reflected on it like falling stars, and for a moment, it seemed as if she truly belonged to another realm.. Someone approached her and said, "You look like a queen who forgot she's from another world. She laughed, but deep down, she knew that in that moment, she was that queen. That's the beauty of cosplay—it allows her to live countless lives while remaining true to who she is.. Over time, she began sharing her creations on social media, where people from all over the world admired her dedication and imagination.. She loves to show not only the final result but also the process: the sketches, the late-night sewing sessions, the trials and errors.. Through this, she discovered a whole community of dreamers just like her.. They share advice, encourage each other, and celebrate the magic of creativity.. For her, cosplay is freedom. It's about embracing every version of herself—the brave, the gentle, the mysterious, and even the imperfect.. Every new character is an adventure, a reflection, and a chance to connect with others who understand the joy of bringing dreams to life.. She believes that as long as there are stories to tell and worlds to imagine, she will never stop creating.. Because when she puts on a costume, she doesn't just change how she looks—she transforms the world around her..