DulceSweety

Dulcesweet

Hi, my name is Dulce, I am a Colombian girl, initially shy.. but with a mind so perverse you wouldn't believe it. I really like sex and I like to explore it with freedom and complicity. I am not a person who shows everything at first sight, because the really exciting thing is to discover it little by little. With me you can feel free. There are no judgments, just desire, imagination and desire to play. I don't need to shout out who I am.. I prefer that you feel it, live it and, if you feel like it, explore it with me.

My piece of sweet almond alfajor my green-peaked feathered snake hummingbird pecking my flower drinking my honey sipping my sugar touching the earth the anthurium the cave the mansion of sunsets the thunder of the seas sailboat legion of birds seagull flying low palm sweet mistletoe being born for me beaches on my legs big shaking coconut tree obelisk of my perdition totem of my taboos laurel willow mourner foam against my skin rain spring waterfall in my bed zeal of my walks light of your eyes breeze on my breasts deer player of my jungle of honeysuckle and moss sentinel of my laughter guardian of my heartbeats castanet bell joy of my pink sky of woman's flesh my man you only talisman spell of my desert petals come back fill me press me against your port of hoarse waves fill me with your white tenderness silence my cries leave me scattered, woman. The bells ring, the sirens howl, I let go of the reins, I gallop, I laugh I put the walls out of play, the dikes fall to pieces, I jump green, hope, the blue sky, the sound horizons that open the winds to let me pass: Make room for the woman who feared neither the tides of love nor the hurricanes of contempt.

The old wine has won, the red, the white, the grapes have sprouted with their soft skin, the roundness of your fingers, you rain on me, you wash the sadness, you rebuild lighthouses, libraries of old books with beautiful images you give me the cat that laughs Alice the rabbit the mad hatter the dwarfs of Snow White the mud between the fingers the breath of childhood you are in the spark in the window where the tree is born top cups I love you I touch you I discover you horse cat firefly pipilacha naked man drum diaphanous trumpet I make music I dance I tap I undress I wrap you you wrap me kisses kisses kisses silence dream.

It is only when you love me that this polished mask falls and that my smile is mine and the moon the moon and these same trees of now this sky this light presences that open to vertigo and just born and are eternal and your eyes are also born with them your gaze your lips that when you name me reveal me. It's only when I love you that I know I don't end up in myself. that life is a transit and death is a transit and time is a burning boil without yesterday past without future.