LucileFoster

Under the starry sky, in a corner of the night, your name appears, Victoria, like a whisper of nostalgia, You are muse and charm, a whirlwind in the mind, with those thick lips that invite desire. Your eyes, two emeralds, green as hope, They guide the gaze to an abyss of passion, They are beacons in the dark, they twinkle in the distance, and in its mysterious glow I find perdition. Victoria, you are a riddle, between reason and fire, a wise woman who keeps burning secrets, In your soul, reason and play coexist, where lust hides in latent thoughts. Your beauty is a canvas that attracts temptation, and in every gentle gesture, in every sincere laughter, Innocence is mixed with a touch of provocation, You are the flower that illuminates and at the same time calms the beast. Your lips, Victoria, are a poem without words, a story that tells the forbidden and the hidden, They are the portal of dreams and enchanted nights, where time stops and the world is your worship. I think of you and I lose myself in this duality that you are, in the woman who keeps her judgment and overflows it at the same time, a being who provokes and at the same time prefers, the silence of love, the murmur of a "maybe" ». Victoria, your name resonates in my thoughts, you are the perfect fusion of the sublime and the earthly, a deep sigh, a desire without regrets, You are the destiny that takes me to heaven.

Under the sky of stars, in a rinse of the night, Increase your number, Victoria, like a whisper of longing, You are muse and charm, a whirlpool in the mind, With our lips we invite you to do it. Your eyes, your emeralds, green as hope, They guide the gaze towards an abyss of passion, Their headlights in the dark, hundreds in the distance, and your mysterious shine I find perdition. Victoria, you are an enigma, between reason and fire, a young woman who keeps her burning secrets, In your soul lives sanity and play, where lust is reduced to latent thoughts. Your beauty is a link that reveals temptation, and in every soft gesture, in every sincere laugh, Innocence is mixed with a touch of provocation, You are the flower that lights up and at the same time calms the beast.. Your lips, Victoria, are a poem without words, a story that tells the forbidden and the hidden, your portal to dreams and enchanted nights, where time is celebrated and the world is your worship.. I think of you and I step into that duality that you are, in the woman who keeps the juice and it overflows at the same time, a being that provokes and at the same time prefers, the silence of love, the whisper of a "maybe"”. Victoria, your number resonates in my thoughts, You are the perfect fusion of the sublime and the earthly, a deep suspicion, a desire without remorse, You are the destiny that elevated me to the heavenly.

Luci, duality flourishes in you, like a rose bush that falls silent at night, your thick lips, flames in the dark, They provoke sighs, dreams in freedom. Your eyes, two emeralds that bare the soul, green as meadows that are fertilized in the rain, In its depths reason is lost, and desire arises in every heartbeat, on every occasion. Judgmental are you, in the light of day, with a clear mind, the precise word, like a lighthouse that guides in the storm, But as night falls, the storm awakens. Lustful, with contained passion, like a river waiting for the flood, in your hands, the fire and the calm, You are heaven and hell in one soul. Your laughter, echo of a furtive desire, that runs through the bodies in a subtle beat, Victory, in you is found peace and torment, reason and the most ardent feeling. In your presence, the world stops, The moon watches you, and is envious, for that mixture of sweetness and fire, that lights hearts without any prayer. Victoria, you are muse, you are art, a divine work in every part, The mystery is hidden in your eyes, of a forbidden love, of an eternal pleasure. Under the moon, under the rising sun, your figure shines, always imposing, Victoria, name of a queen, of a goddess, At your core, lust is beautiful. And in the silence, when the night falls, your name whispers the wind, and the desire does not cease, Well, Victoria, you are the desire, of a heart that is lost in your sky.

Oh black-eyed, caramel-skinned woman, Your dreams are rivers flowing through the sky. You invite us to dream of forbidden nights, to live in the moment, to forget the wounds. You are a muse, you are magic, you are a song, a symphony that awakens the heart. You are more than a body, more than a face, You are a universe that is always pulling. And even if the world surrenders to your beauty, your true joy is your strength.

Latin woman, fire and passion, Creation is in your essence. Today I celebrate you in verse and prose, as the most beautiful and eternal rose. Because art, life and history dwell in you, because in your skin and in your eyes, glory dwells.

Its curves, its paths that invite to lose, At the rhythm of the wind, they seem to move.

It is fire and water, storm and calm, It is a living poetry that inflames the soul. Dance at night, your shadow is an art, the rhythm of his body, a language apart. His laughter, a lightning that crosses the darkness, It's the spark that ignites all reality.

But beyond his enchanting silhouette, there is a spirit full of tenderness. A woman who knows how to be strong and courageous, who embraces her roots, her latent heritage. She brings the warmth of the earth to her skin, the taste of coffee and the sweetness of honey. The sun and the moon converge in their essence, In its soul emerge the cultures of the world.

Under the light of the sun that embraces with its fire, walks a goddess with cinnamon skin, soft as the sand by the sea, Her walk is a song, an endless poem. His eyes, two deep black abysses, They speak without words, they tell a thousand worlds.

In his gaze, the hours are lost, dreamy, mysterious, like the nights of dawns. Red lips, rose petals in bloom, They breathe sweetness, promises and fervor. Every word he uttered, a subtle spell, his shy and beautiful voice, April melody. The air stops, the earth sighs, when its silhouette in the breeze turns. Perfect body, divine sculpture, a masterpiece of divine hand.