SamyAnders

I'm an extrovert, tender, loving and sensual person who likes to sing. I don't like being forced to do things I don't like. I'm very much in front of what I like to be here to transmit and transmit that energy.

I like to read, I like to go on shopping I have many plans in the future and I hope you all fulfill

I am a sensitive and delicate girl, perhaps calm, perhaps country, perhaps I recognize it soon because of my assumption that it is very particular about our region, if you want to talk a little where I am in origin

I'm an adventurous soul, I like to know new places, I love to listen to stories that I'm good at paying attention to.

I love to read, so if you have some recommendations for me, it would be excellent, I love to receive good ideas, I am a very simple and quiet girl

Diversity and adapting to different places is something that has given me too, it helps me to meet different people and places is amazing what we can achieve when we learn to meet each other

I love the skirt and the dress makes me feel good and safe, I think I can seduce perfectly not only with my looks but with my knowledge and my sense of humor

I'm going to have to mask it, I've got some ideas in mind, and I can't decide yet, I usually have a lot of ideas floating around.

Even if I like this dress, I could look much better with your shirt on my naked body, just lifted and making a delicious coffee so that your morning is perfect.

If all the stars had to disappear or die, I should learn to look at an empty sky and feel its sublime total darkness, even if it takes me a little time.

Your love is so great I can't repay it. I've been richly rewarded by heaven, please. So while we live, let us persevere nell'amore, so that when we are no longer in life, we may live forever..

I never dreamed of a time when I imagined my true love. A perfect encounter, a soul mate, an angel from above. Now I know who, and now I know that our love will live, thrive and grow

You have kept me, my soul, and my joy was so great and my passion so crazy, that I still feel the kiss of your eyes on my mouth.

I love salsa, dancing is one of my favorite pastimes, I like to move the seat in sensual mode to the rhythm of music.

Maybe I have a face of a perverse girl and my mind could play a little but I'm a sweet and tender girl, maybe a little bit bit bitchy but this makes it all very much more funny.

I like to do exercise, to go for walks and to go out to see new places. Breathe fresh and pure air, calm my thoughts and let everything flow out of me. I like to exercise. You'd like to train with me, do some cardiofitness together.🙈🙈😏

It was my birthday recently, I am very amused. My friends have thrown a surprise party. I loved it and it made me feel very good.

It was a great day I loved that some people have made me gifts, I need clothes and gold clothing

Love is a universal experience that moves us all, but sometimes we don't find the right words to express it. In the course of history, poets have learned what we all feel in creative and eloquent ways. ☺☺

❤Love is not conditional. Who loves must embrace the totality of being, of success and error. Love is not admiration and does not make a house in buona fortuna. L'amour decides or simply verifies

The eyes of the beloved are revealed as an absolute source of life for the lover. Another reality is not important, rather knowing it, as a mirror that reveals our identity 17607350 L'amore è semplice, è diretto, è sincero. Its strength allows us to be of bad taste, to be children, that is to say, ourselves, if love scattered in love..🤗

You'd like to do some exercise with me.

I'm a princess and I like to be treated like one, love that gives me attention and affection, I like to be presumed and that makes me feel unique

I am your snow, white and bad I want to be soon for my prince, please my prince and realize your dreams

This love that has come suddenly and knows the reason for beauty. This love, loving clothing, exactly. This love that is flour in tenderness, which is the childhood of dreams on the forehead, which is liquid of music at the fountain and is a nostalgic Lucero in height. This love that is the verse and is the rose. And it is knowing that life in everything repeats itself more and more. So eternal this love, so resistible, that compared to time it is impossible to know where it limits

I know you can count your days, not till two or even ten if you don't count your days.. Have you ever felt that I keep in my eyes and that a vein of love recognizes in mine, don't point your guns or think I'm delusional; despite the vein, or perhaps because it exists, you can tell me your di. I'm going to turn my cutoff for no reason, don't think I'm lazy enough to tell you my di.. Ma facciamo un accordo: I'd like to tell you about it, it's so beautiful to know it exists, you felt alive; and when I say this I want to tell you even up to two, even to five. Don't let him get pressured in my aid, if he doesn't know for sure that you know that you can tell him..

Eat. Protect me. And stop me. Stop me. Here, now, everything is dark and silent. The shadow has erased the whole page. Barely, bending the glass petals, it penetrates into the voices extinguished by a flash of street and the flattering suspicion of autumn. Here, only us. The two of us, in our bedroom, while Lima vomits in the fog and a child like me, just like me, maybe myself, his verses are fired and escape the sea..

Love, love, love, love always, with all being and with earth and with sky, with the sun and the darkness of the mud; love for all knowledge and love for all desire. And when the mountain of life is hard, long and high and full of abyss, love the immensity that is of love and burn in the fusion of our own breasts. !

Give me your hand and dance; give me your hand and my amerai. Eat a single flower, we will, eat a flower, and niente di più. . the same verse we will sing, nello stesso passo che danzerete. He eats the tip of the horse, he eats the peak, and niente di più. I'm called Pink and I hope; but your name will forget, perché we'll be a dance.

My great inert form as a world has no night or day, but the darkness and clarity within make me, that you live. Mares and skies of my blood on your part we both sail. Don't wake me up. Don't wake up, no, you dream of life. I also think of me when I dream of you and we rob at the moment of all my ages to populate my intimate homes and accompany you always, always, always.

To transform the word in question into that which what we meant to say cannot penetrate beyond what the matter would tell us itself, like a belly, delicate that we apply, naked, white belly, delicate l'orecchio per ascoltare il mare, the indistinct voice of the mare, that beyond you, l'amore sfrenato, you generate always.

I'll love this shy silence beside you, without knowing it, and remember your voice when you left and feel the warmth of your greeting. Amare is waiting as if I were part of the sunset, neither before nor after, so as to be alone between the games and the stories on dry land. I love you, I feel, when I'm absent, your scent in the air I breathe and I look at the star in which you go when I close the door of the night

How many times, amor, I loved you without seeing you and perhaps without memory, without recognizing your gaze, without keeping you, Centoura, in regioni contrarie, a mezzogiorno in fiamme, you were only l'aroma dei cereali che amo. Maybe I saw you, I took you when I was passing a glass in Angolo, alla luce della luna di giugno, or you were the life of that guitar that I ran nell'oscurità and sounded like the excessive mare. I loved you without knowing it and I searched your memory. In the empty case I put the torch to steal your portrait. I knew what it was.. Suddenly, while I was walking with me, you touched and stopped my life: before my eyes you were, reigning over me and reigning over him. As I speak in the forest, the fire is your kingdom.

I already gave myself and I said and in this way I proved, that she is my beloved for me, and I am for my beloved. When the sweet hunter got me and left, my soul was fallen. And I charge nuova vita in questo modo I have been my beloved for me, and I am for my beloved. He wounded me with an arrow in Herbolada d'amore, and my soul is made with il suo allevatore, non voglio più un altro amore perché I am given to my God, and my beloved is for me, and I am for my beloved.

Come, walk with me, only your hai benedetto anima immortale. We loved the winter night, wandering through the snow without a witness. We shall return to those old pleasures, the dark clouds that rush in the shadow of the mountains just as many years ago, until I am dead in the jungle horizon in gigantic blocchi impilati, while the moonlight rushes like a burning and a night smile..

I love you very much, beautiful, you make me run; and you seem to me the charm of my nights, ironically increasing the distance between your arms and the blue immensity. I profit in the attacks and my climbing in the assaults eat with a corpse a chorus of worms, and I adore the beast tenderly, implacably and cruelly, even your freddezza, which increases your beauty.

Everything I wanted is so little in the background because in the background is everything, like a dog that passes, a hill, those things of nothing, every day, spike and hair and two lumps, the smell of your body, that you 'Say anything, with me or against mine, everything that is so small, I want you to give you because I love you. That you look beyond me, that you love me with violent contempt of tomorrow, that the cry of your surrender is a squawk against a direttore dell'ufficio and that the pleasure we have invented together is another sign of freedom..

When you love, if you have not loved, you will know that in this world is the greatest and deepest pain to be a happy and unfortunate moment. Corollary: L'amore è an abyss of light and shadow, poetry and prose and where comes fatto il più faccia che è ride e piangere allo stesso tempo. The worst, the most terrible, is that living without him is impossible..

From the sin of love I am not sorry, even if a dark abyss separates us both, while Risueña I give you my farewell, my eyes light up to say goodbye. We owe nothing. You gave me my mouth clean as a freshwater spring; And I connected you in my arms, loving and sensual, and I turned my burning and crazy thirst in the cistern. Wandering pilgrims, our journey continues. If two paths contrasted randomly, we choose

I know I'll get you back. I know that one day our mouths will sigh and again in the night, firm and cold, our peace will test if they meet. .... I know that in your prayers of nostalgia I evoke the amber of my skin and I know that I dream that I see you Le tue mani suoni due piccioni nevicati e quartier generale .... Ah, even when the bell sings, I dream in your love and my sadness is so much that its weight is already drowning .... My life - a passage of passage - in the blue scrematura della chimera on the waters of memory, Vogue

My oppressed heart feels with the dawn the pain of their love and the dream of the distances. The light of dawn carries Amelleros of nostalgia and the sadness without eyes of the nucleus dell'anima. The great tomb of the night its black veil lifts to hide with the day of the immense vetta delle stelle. What shall I do with these fields that I assume nest and branches surrounded by dawn and twilight What shall I do if you have eyes dead for the light and the heat of your eyes Should not feel my flesh Because I lost you forever in that clear afternoon Today my chest is dry as a star.

You have erased me from the book of your life, but I do not reproach you for casting you; if I call you and consent to love you, I am not shown for this.. Love is not perennial, no force is able to contemplate it forever. .... You and I love each other madly, no matter if it was a morning. Sweet imprint in my spirit that you are remaining because in my heart oh my beloved The rose dell'estate not if I am open .... I don't want to reproach you, because one day I hope I forgive you and call you again, my dear.

You will always be the eternal bride, the one who fills my heart with joy, the one who imprisoned me in dungeons for an eternity rather than Evitirna, the one who treats me tenderly when she heard me in the slightest sob and with an alternative caress. You will always be in the foreground in everything you think and do not hesitate, because when I open your eyes you go with me and at hand you stay and I feel in my ears the sweet tick of your rhythms

My great inert form as a world has no night or day, but the darkness and clarity within make me, that you live. Mares and skies of my blood on your part we both sail. Don't wake me up. Don't wake up, no, you dream of life. I also think of me when I dream of you and we rob you at the moment of all my ages to populate my intimate homes and accompany you always, always, always

Being and with earth and with sky, with the freedom of the sun and the darkness of the mud; love for all knowledge and love for all desire. And when the mountain of life is hard, long and high and full of abyss, love the immensity that is of love and burn in the fusion of our own breasts. !

My tactic is to keep you because I know how to love Franca and that we don't sell fakes so that between the two of us there is no gully or abyss my strategy is instead more profound and simple my strategy is that everyday I don't know how or know what I'm pretending you finally need me.

I'll love this shy silence beside you, without knowing it, and remember your voice when you left and feel the warmth of your greeting. Amare is waiting as if I were part of the sunset, neither before nor after, so as to be alone between the games and the stories on dry land. I love you, I feel, when I'm absent, your scent in the air I breathe and I look at the star in which you go when I close the door of the night.

I offer you tra gruppi, segmenti verdi e rose, my naive heart that humiliates your goodness; In the garden my tired body will be covered with morning dew; Eat in the peace of a dream, the instant fugitive to rest anxiety. When in my temples the divine storm, my recliner, playing with your fili loop, on your number my breast my dream, I play with the rhythm of your last kiss

How many times, amor, I loved you without seeing you and perhaps without memory, without recognizing your gaze, without keeping you, Centoura, in regioni contrarie, a mezzogiorno in fiamme, you were only l'aroma dei cereali che amo. Maybe I saw you, I took you when I was passing a glass in Angolo, alla luce della luna di giugno, or you were the life of that guitar that I ran nell'oscurità and sounded like the excessive mare. I loved you without knowing it and I searched your memory. In the empty case I put the torch to steal your portrait. I knew what it was.. Suddenly, while I was walking with me, you touched and stopped my life: before my eyes you were, reigning over me and reigning over him. As I speak in the forest, the fire is your kingdom

I'll love this shy silence beside you, without knowing it, and remember your voice when you left and feel the warmth of your greeting.

Fantasiesi would like to have sex in public places maybe participate in a threesome with another girl and maybe a guy