SamanthaCollen

In the brightness of the day, she closes her eyes gently, caressing the desire; alone, obsessed with memories that flood her reason, trying to ignore the pain. His gaze. fixed somewhere in the past, the seconds retreat, her mind revolts against the madness that haunt her. He can’t forgive him, he can only forget him, and he doesn’t want to. Desire, loneliness, pain. and those sweet memories. passion that borders on madness.

All the verses rise to me when I imagine what part of your body they will give. That is why if I write to you, I adorn with fine sensitivity each word that I ejaculate in the poem. It is the petite mort of my poetry, throwing thick Immaculate letters that form eroticized little words of love, hoping to germinate deep inside your mind, and leave a little of me in the deepest of you.

Today I woke up dreaming of an awakening in your arms, where your aroma was the dew that made me wake up. Today I woke up with the sensation of your caresses on my body, that with each touch invited me to your temple. Today I awoke bathed in eroticism, imagining your hip crazy for my manhood. Today I awoke with the lust that never forgets when my soul was yours and your intimacy belonged to me. Today I woke up with my mouth moist and my manhood lit, reminding you of me in those nights out of routine. Today I woke up, like every night, dreaming that your heart is in my life. Today I dawned, just dawned

Last night I slept, I dreamed that you were my sky, full of stars and comets, full of a thousand lights that formed a thousand reflections in your eyes. I dreamed that you were eternal, I dreamed of you soft, free, burning. Last night I slept and dreamed with it, Last night I slept and felt in my chest your face, your breasts and your hands, your body, your feelings, your being, full of exquisite mysteries. Last night I jumped to feel your touch on my skin, last night you were a light that illuminated my silence. It was you, it was me, it was both of us, it was us, you and I, one, for an infinite moment, I was yours, you were mine, we were one. Your skin was my skin, your sweat mixed with mine, your hair tangled in my hands, our bodies entangled in a single and silent form, beautiful, full of nuances, plagued with a thousand lights and colors. Last night, I thought I was sleeping, deep asleep, I thought you were just a fantasy, I thought I was dying. Last night, you my sky, you filled my life with joy, it was you, it was us, we were a sky once again and forever, full of stars and comets. dedicated to you who fill my life with joy

I wish your disturbing hands to caress me, and untie the lumps in my throat, that your mouth goes down every pore of my body satisfied with emotion when I feel your tongue dragging every drop of sweat, reaching my thighs that open placidly like a flower at dawn that you reach the time of ecstasy and the humidity that springs up when tattooing your lust on the nakedness of my skin and that your body Couple mine with caresses and pleasure.

In my dark intentions, you want me for everything, take it as a compliment, an invitation, or take me to my ylist.

Wet me with the rain of your desire, I want to swim in your fantasy, drown in you and me, we will be shipwrecks of pleasure.

Samtha Callen

A kiss to all my sweet loves that brighten my days with beautiful words

With a condition that you leave me open the balcony of your cat eyes.

So you get into this maze where you have to be strong to find your way out.

There are two sailors disappeared change, so I tell you know forget woman and hoyy know forget

Samantha Collen

time

Lunes: 10 pm - 6 am

Martes: 10 pm - 6 am

Miercoles: 10 pm - 6 am

Jueves: 10 pm - 6 am

Viernes: 10 pm - 6 am

Sabado: 10 pm - 6 am

Domingo: 10 pm - 6 am

Acerca de mi:

I'm Samantha Collen a funny, charismatic girl with a unique energy. My goal is to give you unforgettable moments full of excitement, connection, and a little mischief. I enjoy dancing, playing, traveling, skating and I am always looking for ways to surprise with my creativity. I like those who enjoy a spark of challenge and know how to appreciate a daring and direct attitude.

I am not afraid to show myself as I am, I am Passion, I am eroticism, I am madness, I am the perverse hizories that I have written in my skin. I am poetry to discover your lips on the remembering of my body.