KendallCameron

Kendall Cameron

I am a lover of love, happiness and good energy for my life, I love to transmit happiness, joy and a lot of love I am very noble and I look forward to eating the world until I achieve my goals, every day I try to be better, I work hard for what I want to accomplish, always having a good attitude, with God's help and my efforts will pay off to live as I deserve, I love the radiance of my face, my eyelashes, my eyes and their unique radiance. I'm very sensual and coquine, I'm a hot girl who loves good sex, good love, I like to moan, I like to moul and be very excited, I like to give myself and be fessed.. Sometimes I like to be dominant in bed, I like to dance and move my pretty hips, I am very good at twerk, striptease, sexy and sensual dance, I like to arouse the desire in me. I like that you see me as your naughty girl, as your devil in bed, I can really be everything for you, I love to play with my mouth and take you to heaven, that you cry my name with pleasure, I can be your drug from which you can not get out.

I also want to tell you that on the weekend I went to the beauty salon and I changed my look, I painted my hair and I feel that I am too beautiful, I hope you liked it A mystery burns in your eyes, elusive virgin and companion. I don't know if it's hate or love the inexhaustible fire of your black aliaba. With me you will go as long as my body will make the shadow my body and the sand remains in my sandal. Are you the thirst or the water in my way? Tell me, elusive virgin and companion. If you love me, love me whole, not by shadows or light.. If you love me, love me in black and white, and gray, and green, and blond. , and brown.. Love me in the day, love me in the night.. And the dawn at the open window! .. If you love me, don't lower me: Love me all.. Or doesn't love me at all.

No memories, no omens: only the present, the song. No silence, no words: your voice, alone, alone, speaks to me. No hands, no lips: just two bodies, far away, separated. No light, no darkness, no eyes, no gaze: the vision, the vision of the soul. And finally, finally no joy, no sorrow, no heaven or earth, no up, no down, no life or death, nothing but love, only love I offer you among the clusters, the green bouquets and the roses, my naive heart that humbles itself before your goodness; May your loving hands not want to tear it apart, Your eyes rejoice in my simple gift. In the shaded garden, my body is tired, the morning auras covered with rose;. When in my temples the divine tempest is calmed, I'll stretch out, playing with your thick locks, on your wedding-day, my sleepy front, to the rhythm of your last kisses..

Old age does not frighten her, her sensuality is coruscante, and her young and determined spirit encourages her to romance, under the faint moonlight their eyes scrutinize each other: the attraction is reciprocal! he is galant and expresses his desire his desire for another encounter, sexual attraction stirs the flame, his soul expires there *? there's no love, is it? but thanks to this experience, she looks at her image in the crystal and it returns to her a smile, malicious My earth? You are my land. My people, my people, it's you. Banishment and death for me are where you're not there. What about my life? Tell me, my life, what is it, if not you?

My slave, fear Me. Amami. My slave! I am with you the sunset of my sky, and in it rises like a cold star my soul. When they walk away from you my steps come back to me. My whip falls on my life. You are what is inside me and is far away. Running away like a choir of chased mists. Next to me, but where? Far away, what is far away. And that which, being far away, walks under my feet. The echo of the voice beyond the silence. And what grows in my soul like moss in ruins. If you love me, love me whole, not in the light or shadow.. If you love me, love me black and white, and gray, and green, and blond, and brown.. Love me day, love me night.. And early in the morning at the open window!.. If you love me, don't cut me short: Love me all!.. Or not to love me

Between me and my love will rise three hundred nights as three hundred walls and the sea will be a magic between us. There will be nothing but memories. Oh afternoons that are worth, hopeful nights to look at you, fields on my way, firmament that I see and lose.. Definitive as a marble your absence will sadden other afternoons. Give me your hand and we'll dance; Give me your hand and you'll love me. Like a single flower we will be, like a flower, and nothing more.. We'll sing the same verse, you'll dance to the same beat. We'll undergo as an ear, as an ear and nothing more. Your name is Rose and I am Hope; but you will forget your name, because we will be a dance. Your gesture is written in my soul.. Your gesture is written in my soul and all I want to write about you; You wrote it alone, I read it so alone that in this I keep away from you. I am and will always be in this; that even if everything I see in you does not fit me, I believe in so much that I do not understand, already taking faith as a premise. I was not born but to love you; my soul has cut you to its measure; By habit of the soul itself I love you; All that I have, I confess, I owe it to you; For you I was born, for you I have life, for you I must die and for you I die.

The last love beyond death. My eyes can close the last Shadow that the white day will take me away, And this my soul, Hora, he may vent his anxious desire for flattering; But not from that other side of the shore will the memory go away, where it burned: my flame can swim in the cold water, and lose respect for the strict law. Soul, for which a God was a prison, Veins, which gave humor to so much fire, Marrow, which burned gloriously, will leave his body, not his cares; They will be ashes, but will have meaning; Dust they will be, still dust in love. Woman, I would have been your son, to drink the milk from your breast as from a spring, to look at you and feel you at my side and have you in the golden laughter and the crystal voice. To feel you in my veins as God in the rivers and worship you in the sad bones of dust and lime, because your being would pass painlessly by me and come out in the verse - purified from all evil. How could I know how to love you, woman, how could I know how to love you, love you like no one ever knew! Die and I'll love you even more. And I love you still, more and more.

It comes to my mind that you will arrive different, not quite prettier, nor stronger, nor more docile, nor more cautious; Only that you will arrive differently, as if this season of not seeing me had surprised you too, maybe because you know how I think of you and list you after all, nostalgia exists even if we do not cry on ghostly platforms, nor on cushions of candorni under the I'm nostalgic, your nostalgia and how it bothers me that it's nostalgic, your face is avant-garde, maybe it comes first because I paint it on the walls

I want to ride your body and merge into your silhouette. I want to ride it at a slow pace that only your soul can feel me. Breathing the rich aroma of your skin that shivers with a tender caress of my blessed hand. Sailing to your belly by the fleshly fluids, which, like hot springs, wait with insane impatience to be captured.. by a kiss from my mouth. I'll tear a groan, a sigh, a breath and softly in your ear.. To tell you how much I love you. Your ardent gaze, your feline gait, your hands like warm roses, your heart of night and summer, comes out of its retreat, source of gloomy insomnia, illusion, delirium of unconscious wings, to be the fertile land of spring and the destiny of my ships without name, obscure sailboats that rise gently and slowly through the eternal wound of your abyss. And I dress in storms intoxicated with pilgrim dreams to conquer your arrogant niches with my greenhouses wrapped in sweet clusters to approach and make mine your murderers to be with you nails and flesh in this perfect night, in this haunted mirage, of chichis and wet births, of soft arms and hugs in the precipice, which sink and bury passionately the roots in the fold that fills the void of your dead absences, of your bed that is already mine.

Little by little between waking and sleeping, I try not to think about my desire and my misery but the touch of your hand on my skin falls, falls into a duel that I do not want to think about but my soul seeks you, my thoughts consume me, how to touch you again? My skin is excited and my throat is nervous, I remember that beginning when I felt you were for me for a second I curse this moment because I want it to last forever.

Not. It's much, much more serious. When I say all the plots I mean that in addition to this sweet cataclysm, you are also rewriting my childhood, this age where we say adult and solemn things and that solemn adults celebrate them, and you, on the other hand, you know that it doesn't work. I mean you're rewriting my teenage years, that time when I was an old man full of doubts, and you, you know how to extract from this vacant ground, my seed of joy and water it by looking at it. I mean by that you shake my youth, this jug that no one has ever taken into his hands, this shadow that no one has ever taken into his shadow, and you, on the other hand, know how to shake it until the dry leaves begin to fall, and the frame of my truth be left without prowess. I mean you welcome my maturity this mixture of astonishment and experience, this strange confinement of anguish and snow, this candle that lights up death, this precipice of poor life. You see, it's more serious, Much, much more serious, Because with these words and others, I want to tell you that you're not so alone, the dear girl you are, but also the splendid or prudent women I loved or love.

I am always ready for a new adventure and, even if I may seem shy at first, I have a vibrant inner world full of surprises. I'm like a book open to discovery, with exciting chapters and unforgettable moments to share.. And even if I sometimes seem reserved, I am actually a box of surprises ready to dazzle anyone who dares to enter my universe. So if you ever see me there, with my mischievous smile and my eyes full of curiosity, come closer and let yourself be carried away by the magic of the unknown.

I love doing stripteases, giving me gifts and caressing my breasts, it makes me feel too sexy! I love the family party and my birthday party with the big party. My favorite ice cream is vanilla, red fruits and rum with raisins.. I am a very pampered person, that is why I like to be treated like a princess and feel very loved, I love animals, in fact I have a pet named Zeus, I love places that have nature, that generate peace, tranquility, my favorite color is black I really love my body, I like to exercise, actually I go to the gym every day, I take care of my figure, but from time to time I break my diet and I indulge in fast food, I like shopping at the mall, buy makeup, nail polish, sportswear to go to the gym, elegant dresses, lingerie, accessories, it makes me feel too beautiful I want to know too many countries in the world, I love to travel, get to know different people and cultures, I am a lover of photographs, I love them a lot because they remain only good memories! , I would like to speak different languages fluently, I am a Chinese who likes to learn and let myself be taught, my favorite food is seafood, Italian cuisine, food from different cultures, it is delicious!