SaraSpanic

❤️ Hello, my dear, my name is SaraSpanish. I'm 22 years old, my sign is Sagittarius, maybe this might interest you and I think we'll get along very well. I'm a very smiling, extravertible and j'❤️

✨🎀My time

From Monday to Sunday from 21.30 to 05.30 GTM ✨🎀

👉Except Tuesday Col / Wednesday GTM 👈

❤️ On the shore of a serene lake, I found myself, contemplating the reflection of the moon in its calm waters, whispering in the wind, melody in the air, my heart, in harmony with nature, at my time.. Sous le ciel étoilé, mon âme s'éveille, Dans ce coin de paix, la vie prend tout son sens, Les ondulations de l'eau, echo of my thoughts, Pendant que mon esprit vole librement, sans obstacles, I was born in the year of the sun, and I was born in the year of the moon.. The stars, stars in the sky, the silent witnesses of my dreams and my secret desires, the lake, the mirror of my soul, reflects the beauty, of an love that blossoms in the calm, without haste or certainty. ❤️

❤️ The bruissement of the leaves, the symphony of the night, the songs of the night birds, the melody in the penomy, Dans ce lac perdu, mon cœur se trouve ouvert, Et mes pensées sont intimately liées à la magie de la vie. Dans ce coin serein, où tout prend sens, Mon amour pour la nature fonde avec mon être, Et dans chaque soupir, dans chaque regard sur la lune brillante, Rediscover the peace and beauty that I want to see in you. Thus, in the stillness of the lake, in the midst of nature, I carry you in my heart, like the whisper of the wind, an eternal love that blossoms like flowers in spring, in this corner of the world, in my soul, I find you always. ❤️

Dans les boucles l'essence de la brise danse, cheveux qui glissent en spirales (In the curls, the essence of the breeze) Dans, the hair that spins in a spiral. Like the simple notes of a sweet boussole, like wild boucles, an art in peace. Bouquets of spirals inked, each loop, a story that unfolds. Texture rebelle, but sweet caress, hair curls, work of nature. ♪ Rebel loops, like wind lines ♪ ♪ One dance free, one slow movement ♪. Mirror of life, in every court, the stories are enchevêtrent, like the laughter of the crowd. Cascades noires of loose spirals, a universe in each loop resolve. Des cheveux bouclés, comme une mer de mystères, a poème dans chaque boucle, to have empire. It is a poem about the end of the world.. In every loop, in whispered secrets, in stories of life, in quiet entanglements. Cheveux bouclés, a clin au vent, born free and wild, eternal. Let the magic slip through every loop, d'amour-propre, comme une douce caresse. Des cheveux bouclés, libres et audacieux, to live the poetry in a world capable.

💕🎄Merry Christmas to you.🎄💕

💕💕On Christmas Eve, under the golden lights, Sara is blinding with her treasure dress.. A rouge brûlant, like a living flame, is the toile qui captive à Noël.. Sa robe, comme une histoire brodée, with details that awaken his charm. Rouge, une chanson de passion et de joie, weave of dreams with each point and each melodie. On the skirt, snowflakes dancing, like stars that dare dance in the sky. Sara, in her robe, is the queen of the ball, with the lights that fail her heart.. The spots, in dentelle, like the sweet whispers, They tell the love stories of Christmas. And in the necklace, a ribbon of hope, like a gift for life to go on. Sara, with her red gala dress, is the muse who shines at the party.. Dans chaque pli is hidden a desire, a secret d'amour, comme a vers que j'écris. May the eve of Christmas, the dress of Sara, illumine your dreams, like a rare star. Rouge comme le feu, mais tendre comme un câlin, a gift divine in this sweet coucher of sunshine.💕💕

❤️ In the burning embrace of desire and love, I find myself, a fire that burns in my chest, without rest and without rest, the desire, torrent that flows in my being, without cease, and love, a light that guides me in the darkness. Au plus profond de mon âme, the flame is lit, an uncontrollable desire that consumes me from within, L'amour, comme un soupir dans le vent, m'enveloppe, Et à chaque battement de cœur, je sens sont pouls, sa respiration ❤️

❤️ L'amour est le lien qui nous unit, coeur à coeur, an indelible lien which grows to every kiss, to every desire.. In every sneaky look, in every forbidden caress, Desire and love intertwine in an eternal dance, A play of shadows and lights that seduces and attracts us, And in this embrace, we find ecstasy, the reason for being. L'amour, le refuge où l'on trouve la paix et le calme, Ensemble, nous sommes un poème écrit avec passion et tendresse, Une histoire de désir et d'amour, sans fin ni mesure. The desire is the fire that feeds our most intense nights. L'amour, le refuge where we find peace and calm.. Ainsi, dans la danse éternelle du désir et de l'amour je m'immerge, A voyage sans destination, où le cœur est le capitaine, And as long as he keeps beating, I will keep sailing, In search of the ecstasy that only l'amour et le désir can give ❤️

❤️ To the eyes of a woman, pure charm, the light of a starry sky is reflected, from sparks that eclipse the night, like bright, illuminated stars.. Ses courbes sont des chemins qui me perdent, comme des rivières qui serpent sans fin, des montagnes douces, des courbes surprenantes, La nature vivante dans sa splendeur inégalée. His courbes are the paths that lead me astray, like the rivers that serpent without end, the sweet mountains, the surprising courbes,. His skin, a toile douce et soyeuse, a champ où le soleil trouve sa maison, une forêt où la brise joue et reste, a flower which dans son essence je veux retrouver. ❤️

❤️ From lips like red rose petals, kisses that awaken passion and life, my heart remains in its aroma, and in its embrace the soul finds its repose.. The femme, a charming landscape, the nature she herself inspired, dans ses yeux, ses courbes, sa peau et son éclat, the greatest beauty she embodied.. In her presence, I feel the creation, the earth, the sea, the sky in her sight, the woman is the essence and the song, of beauty that will never cease to shine. ❤️

❤️ The music, like a torrent of emotions, envelops me every time I hear this particular melody.. C'est comme si le sont était a brush magique qui peint le monde de couleurs vives It is like the brush that paints the world in bright colors. But when it comes to the colour rouge, I feel a deep connection.. Le rouge is like the passion unleashed by a violin in the middle of a symphony.. It's the burning flame that consumes the portée and gives life to every note. When I close my eyes and listen to the music, I see the flashes of intense red dancing before my eyes.. C'est comme si chaque accord était a coup de pinceau de carmin sur une toile invisible It was like a coup de pinceau of carmine on an invisible toile. La musique et le rouge are for me from the eternal lovers. Together, they create a world where the senses intertwine, where beauty is a symphony of emotions and colors that dance in harmony. ❤️

❤️ My tactic is look at you learn how you are I love you as you are my tactic is talk to you and I listen to you build with words an indestructible bridge my tactics is remains in your memory I do not know how and I do not know under what pretext but stay in you my tactics is frank and know that you are frank and that we do not sell exercises so that between the two there are no curtains or abysses my strategy is in exchange deeper and simpler my strategy is that any day I do not know how and I do not know under what pretext you finally need me ❤️

❤️ My tactic is look at you learn how you are I love you as you are my tactic is talk to you and I listen to you build with words an indestructible bridge my tactics is remains in your memory I do not know how and I do not know under what pretext but stay in you my tactics is frank and know that you are frank and that we do not sell exercises so that between the two there are no curtains or abysses my strategy is in exchange deeper and simpler my strategy is that any day I do not know how and I do not know under what pretext you finally need me ❤️

❤️ In the secret coin of my being, love blooms like a garden in spring. I am a woman and my breast beats a heart that murmurs verses of passion and tenderness. L'amour, a lien qui m'enveloppe délicatement, like the warm embrace of the sun at dawn. To my eyes, love is reflected like stars in the sky, bright and eternal.. Every day is a new page in my love book, where I write with words of affection and devotion.. L'amour est mon refuge dans les tempêtes de la vie, my lighthouse in the black of the night. Dans chaque battement de coeur, I feel the magic of love, a feeling that lifts me above the clouds and makes me dance in the wind.. Dans chaque sourire, l'amour se déploie comme un arc-en-ciel d'émotions, peignant mon monde de couleurs vibrantes. In every smile, love is unfolding like an arc-en-ciel of emotions, painted by a world of vibrant colors.. Je suis une femme et l'amour est ma voix the most sweet, my song the deepest. Dans ce poème, dans ces mots, je te donne mon cœur, mon essence, mon amour, car dans chaque battement de cœur, dans chaque vers, c'est toi qui vis en moi. In this poem, in these words, I give you my heart, my essence, my love, because in every beatment of heart, in every verse, it is you who live in me. ❤️

❤️ Desvest me, attach the night to my eyes, Aujourd'hui, je veux être aveugle, Aujourd'hui, je veux être sourd, Je veux te voir avec mes mains Je veux que tu sois pour moi seul, bois on your thighs a souffle de vie et j'ai tout mouillé, et je mouille tout I want you to see me with my hands ❤️

❤️ You seduce me, you take me away in waste, in this demonstration of obscene miracles, in which I cloue my éclair comme un Zeus de la lascivité, comme un dieu sans visage, je cherche ta protection, kiss your lips et j'ai tout mouillé, et je mouille tout. ❤️

❤️ Take advantage of me, be my mark of fire, the flower of my whims, the sea of my instincts, where is my fugitive magma it flows, it breaks and I germinate and I go out, I flood you and I fill you your garden, your labyrinth, where I lose myself and hide myself to excite you and I have everything wet, and I wet everything ❤️

❤️ Come, I invite you to enter into my life, I want to understand the sweet melody of
Your voice in my room. You are in my bed ❤️

❤️ When you wake up in the morning, the young skin of cannelle, a routine claire, long sleeves, skirt court, and a dentelle for her cuckoo. Le jeune amant sera le premier, toujours heureux, toujours prêt, peau fraîche, nerf d'acier, vous donnera la clé pour entrer, dans la plus petite pièce The young lover will be the first, always happy, always ready, his skin will be fresh, his nerve will be iron, he will give you the key to enter, in the smallest piece ❤️

❤️ The pilot of the plane will be the second, au bord de l'après-midi, au bord du lit, he will take it with the same desire, dès le premier rendez-vous dans le hangar, l'après-midi qui l'a fait décoller. Le bon chevalier sera le dernier, suit of silk, tie of dream, in a small apartment of standing, he will open his columns with desire, I will creuse deeply, in hell. ❤️

Under the warm embrace of summer 🌞 , a woman of unparalleled splendor emerges 🌺 . Her eyes, stars that shine like the sun ☀️ , They reflect the purity of a crystalline lake 🌊 . Her hair, a river of gold flowing gracefully 🌟 , Tangled between the leaves of the golden oak 🍂 . Her skin, soft like rose petals 🌹 , Shines with the brilliance of the northern lights 🌄.

She is the synthesis of summer in its splendor, A masterpiece of nature, without fear 🍃. But when autumn arrives with its mantle of fire, its beauty does not fade, it is still a game.. In her presence, autumn comes to life 🍂 , her eyes are colored leaves in the breeze 🍃. As the sun sets behind the horizon 🌅 , She is the promise of a new dawn, a mountain. Thus, the beauty of this woman is eternal, Related to nature, in every turn. Summer and autumn, together in the essence of her, She is a living poem, without difference. 💫

💕In the silent night, a dream is drawn, The woman in my mind, a goddess without a doubt. With starry eyes, her gaze captivates her, her laughter, her melody, which activates the soul. A thousand qualities shine in her being, Strength and tenderness, together they flourish. The woman, a work of art, admired by the world, in her grace and beauty, there is nothing equaled. In every step, in every gesture and smile, The Woman shows her strength and her haste. She is a mother, friend, lover and confidant, such a special being, always present.. Her soft skin like silk, her ebony hair, in her arms of love, I find my arcane. The woman, a mystery, that never ends, In every verse, in every note 💕.

☀☀Under the radiant sun, in fields of gold and scarlet, the woman works, with passion and wins.. Her tanned skin, her hands in the earth, she cultivates life, she gives the earth her war. The woman of the fields, with strength and courage, in her eyes, there's a wild fire. The beauty in her work, in her effort and sweat, Harvesting life, she shines with brilliance. Their weathered hands, but full of grace, know the cycle of life and the threat. In the simplicity of the earth and the wind, The Woman of the Fields is a marvel..☀☀

🔥🥵🔥On the canvas of life, a portrait is drawn, the woman, a masterpiece, in her essence fluctuates. Her beauty is a beacon in the starry night, a jewel of creation, forever admired. Her skin, like porcelain, soft and smooth to the touch, reflects the sunlight, a magical contact. In her eyes stars of the firmament flash, a universe of mysteries, an ocean of wind. Her lips are petals, crimson rose, they whisper words of love, a sweet frenzy. The curve of her waist, like a meandering river, a promise of pleasure, of a life that is grateful. The joy in her laughter is a song of colors, a rainbow of emotions, a thousand loves. She is a radiant sun on cloudy days, a beacon of hope in rough seas. Her soul radiates light, like a star in the night, a beacon of understanding, of love that springs forth in abundance.. In her presence, gardens bloom in the desert, man finds refuge, in her sincere warmth. The woman, source of life, passion and tenderness, in her embrace, the man finds eternal adventure. She is the echo of the heart, the flame of desire, her interest in life, a treasure that I cherish.🔥🥵🔥

💋❤💋The man, captivated by the unparalleled beauty, by the woman who knows how to leave a mark on his soul. She is a mystery, an enigma that traps him, her presence is a poem, a song that never ends. The joy that she radiates, like the sun in the morning, illuminates the paths of her life, without fear of anxiety.. The woman's laughter is a balm to her wounded soul, in her company, the man finds a welcome. The animosity that awakens, the desire that surrounds her, like a stormy sea, like a yearning mountain. The passion in his eyes, a fire that consumes him, the man immerses himself in his charm, in his moon. A woman's interest in life, her wisdom, is a beacon that guides a man in his own odyssey.. She is his confidant, his advisor, his friend, in his love and support, the man finds shelter.. The beauty of a woman, her joy and animosity, in the life of a man, are a gift from divinity.. A treasure that he treasures, a love that transforms him, in her presence, man finds peace, hope and form.💋❤💋

🍒Dans sa beauté exuberante et mortelle se cache Poison Ivy, une charmante séductrice qui enveloppe tout le monde Dans son mystère, où la passion et le danger s'entrelacent dans une étreinte mortelle. Poison Ivy, a charming seductress who envelops the whole world, is a mystery, where passion and danger are interlaced in a deadly embrace..🍒

🍃🔥 Poison Ivy rises, deadly and fertile, her beauty is a poison, her regard is a betrayal, with her kisses of lierre, she is the obsession.. Thy skin is a garden, a dark paradise, where the serpents murmur a sort, Enchevêtré dans les feuilles, he seduces the hearts, et dans ses bras d'émeraude, he harvests the passions.. His lips are fragile, poison dangerous, they pierce men in their burning duel, under the full moon, in the enchanted jungle, poison ivy reigns, are soul enchanted.. Thus, Poison Ivy, in her mystery and her splendor, is the seduction in green, a desire without fear, in the universe of Gotham, her reign is eternal, a charming villain, an enigma intérieure..🔥🍃

Le temps se dissout comme un sucre dans l'eau, December parade, a Noël conte en cadeau, The calendriers are seen, they are woven a network, Fin d'année, instant fragile, but beautiful. The souvenirs are intertwined, the sweet echoes, the past day, a peep on our shoulders, the time that slips, the light burden, the new dawn, the promise of stars.

Mane of fire The rustle of flames in the wind, the passion that lights up in your red hair, a glow that illuminates the firmament, fascinating and burning like a hug. Between dusk and dawn, your hair flames in a thousand reflections, like rivers of light that dance as they flow, enveloping us in verses and wishes. It is the intensity that springs from your temples, that bold rebellion that accompanies you, a wild roar, a red soul, that in each wick seems to speak disdainfully to us.. Your fire burns with every step you take, setting fire to the path you pass, awakening glances, leaving footprints behind, your hair is the most beautiful embers. Mane of fire, ignited poetry, each strand is a verse that dances in the air, a dancing and daring flame, which whispers to the world how to love without hesitation.. Thus, your red hair inspires me, envelopes me in its magic and charm, a work of art that life inks in me, and in each verse, it consecrates its song..

I don't care how you do for a living. I want to know what you long for, and if you dare to dream of what your heart longs for. I'm not interested in your age. I want to know if you'd risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I don't care which planets square your Moon. I want to know if you've reached the center of your own sadness, if life's betrayals have opened you up or if you've withered and closed yourself off for fear of new pain. I want to know if you can live with pain, mine or yours, without trying to hide it, mitigate it or remedy it.. I want to know if you can fully experience joy, mine or yours, if you can dance with frenzy and let the ecstasy penetrate you to the tips of your toes and hands without your prudence calling us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of our human condition.. I'm not interested in knowing if what you tell me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another person to be true to yourself; if you could bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul