SharloteHank

❤️ I am a woman passionate about life and pleasure. I always stand out for my love and kindness, sharing my heart and my smile with all those who cross my path. Seduction, for me, is not confined to the romantic; I practice it in the manner in which I illuminate every corner of my warmth and charm. My true passion is dancing. Dance is my way of expressing the unspeakable, of releasing emotions and letting myself be carried away by the music. ❤️

❤️ Every thing I do is a voyage, a story I tell without words, and I plunge into the music as if it were an ocean of emotions.. To enjoy every moment is my mantra.. I live life with intensity, without fear or regret, knowing that every day is an opportunity to create unforgettable memories.. L'aventure et la spontanéité are my constant companions and I am always open to new experiences. In short, I am a young woman of 26 years who radiates love, kindness and seduction in all the facets of life.. My passion for dance and my desire to savour every instant font de ma vie a voyage passionnant et coloré ❤️

❤️ Under the moon, my eyes find yours, in your burning gaze, my desires awaken, the game of seduction between you and me, it's a fire that lights every corner, without ravissement. Thy lips, promise of passionate love, In them, I find a shared desire, a lien, In that night of charm and complicity, ❤️

❤️ Once upon a time there was a woman whose sensuality was like a haunting melody that resonated in the air.. From the douce courbe of son cou to the way in which his hips move with grace, every gesture was a poem of passion.. His eyes were the reflection of a contented desire, two lights in which I lost myself every time they crossed my path.. They were the lights that guided my soul to unknown and exciting waters.. They are regard, a mystère I had longed to discover. The contact of his lips against mine was like a symphony of interlaced moans.. Every kiss was a caress for the soul, a reminder that love could be as burning as the sun at its zenith. ❤️

❤️ Sa peau, douce comme des pétales de rose, invitit au toucher et au désir. It is a beautiful rose, and it is a beautiful rose.. It was a toile vierge that had a desire to be explored with hands and lips.. Chaque caresse était a vers dans la poésie de notre amour The first time I saw you, I was in love with you. She walked with the confidence of someone who knows her power, her hips moving with a hypnotic sensuality.. Chaque pas était an echo of seduction that filled the pièce and made me desire its proximity. In the darkness of the night, their laughter resonated like a sensual melody that awakened all my senses.. It was an appel à la passion, an invitation to lose me in your arms.. This woman, with her unique sensuality, taught me that love and desire could be a passionate dance that lifted us into a world in which we were the only inhabitants.. Every moment passed with her was a celebration of sensuality, an exploration of the limits of our pleasure. ❤️

❤️ Your breast is enough for my heart, For your freedom, my wings are enough. From my mouth he will reach the sky What was asleep in your soul. C'est en vous l'illusion of each day. You arrive like the rosé aux corolles. You're mincing the horizon by your absence. Eternal in flight like a vague. I said you sing in the wind like pins and like masts. Like them, you are grand et taciturne. And you become suddenly sad like a voyage. Welcome to the old road. You are full of sounds and nostalgic voices.. I woke up and sometimes they emigrated and fled the birds that slept in your soul ❤️

❤️ To write a poem, it's like an orgasm: splash the ink as much as it spits, Cela demande aussi parfois plus d'efforts. Il y a cependant des après-midi, dans lequel je manipule les mots, Je mords ses seins et ses jambes agiles, I am not afraid of the pain of the day, but I am afraid of the pain of the night. I lift their skirts with my fingers, I look at them from below, I do what I always do to them and, despite everything, see: Vallejo has very well expressed: "Je le dis et je ne cours pas". But he's been hiding ❤️

❤️ The palms reach the highest point of the soul, the flowers, the fruits, the juices spread; eyes meet even if they are not seen, stars shine brighter than diamonds; the skins hang just by touching each other, the smell of sex permeates the place; The pores expand, rain appears, legs get wet, hands, mouths; my knees are tied to your belly, the soft petals refresh the silence; thou feel the wind of my wet mouth, and drink the silver from the rays of the moon; tongues meet just for a moment, bellies tremble, contortion of clouds; Because in the suite the lips move and the meeting ends leaving you happy I look for another invention ❤️

❤️ I don't know who invented the aligned and boring pleasure of sex, What I do know is that you and I... We have just invented the divine ecstasy of making love. And unwittingly, we have succeeded in arousing the envy and attention of men and gods, that in a desperate cry they tell us, They beg us! That you and me, that you and I ... Start ❤️

❤️ The beauty of this woman is a treasure that shines with unique éclat.. His brown skin, like the starry night, is interlaced with golden glitter that reveals the richness of his essence.. His curls dance freely, like golden spirals that catch the sunlight and prevail with them.. Each loop is a story, a curve that tells the secrets of the wind and the time.. In your eyes, I find the reflection of a universe of mysteries, of unexplored depths that invite you to lose yourself in their sight.. His lips, like rose petals in an oasis, are a nostalgia, a sweet desire that caresses the soul.. This woman is a treasure of nature, a chef-d'œuvre in constant evolution.. His beauty goes beyond the physical, it's a lighthouse that illuminates the path to understanding that true wealth resides in the heart. ❤️

❤️ The sensuality, the seduction and the desire that emanate from a woman are mysterious and captivating facets of femininity. The sensuality is manifested in every gesture, look and movement, emitting a magnetic energy that envelops those around him. Seduction, a subtle art, finds its power in a malicious smile, an intelligent conversation and self-confidence. It's an intriguing game that awakens curiosity and envy. ❤️

❤️ Desire, that burning flame that burns in the heart of him who beholds it, is fed by complicity and passion.. The eyes that speak without words, the skin that murmurs secrets, create an indestructible bond between lovers.. The woman who embraces her sensuality and seduction inspires the most profound desire, transcending the physical to plunge into the emotional and spiritual.. It's a reminder that beauty resides in authenticity and self-confidence, and that seduction is an art that is cultivated in the soul. ❤️

❤️ Orgasm is the great eater of mots. I only allow the gémissement, the hurling, the inhuman expression, but not the word. ❤️

❤️ Perversion is but another art form. It's like painting, drawing or sculpture. Except that instead of painting, we use sex as a medium. ❤️

❤️ We shall devote ourselves without discernment to all that suggests our passions and we shall be always happy. ❤️

❤️ I'd rather have our lips together, our arms interlaced, our eyes pale in the sad joy of possession. ❤️

❤️ It is not lust, ma chère, it is not the brutal folly with which I wrote these last days and these last nights, it is not the savage and almost bestial desire of your body, chère, that has then attracted me to you. No, ma chère, it's not in any case cela, but l'amour le plus tendre, le plus adorable et le plus compatissant pour ta jeunesse, ton adolescence et ta fragilité. I'm not going to tell you what I think. ❤️

❤️ I want to see you with my hands I want you to be for me alone, drink on your thighs a souffle de vie et j'ai tout mouillé, et mouillez tout. 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 ❤️

❤️I'll take it, first one foot, then the other. I admire your beauty, you open the gates of paradise, I moisten it. I thirst for you, I hunger for your breasts. Mes mains montent tandis que ma bouche continue to descend, you bite your lips, je remarque à quel point tu aimes ça et je veux arrêter ❤️

❤️ Your skin, soft as satin, I touch it with my fingertips, I bring it to your mouth, you wet it and it enters to please you; slowly, slowly and then I increase the speed. I stop and kiss you, I feel your sighs and desire something more, I penetrate you once more, I feel your nails in my mouth, I hear your groans like murmurs in my ears, I get excited, I want you more and more.. I want to finish, let's do it together.... And we reached the summit, I discovered a little more of paradise as it rained in the sky. ❤️

❤️I discover my paupières and my joues, aux baisers Le coin vous attend: entrouvert Le cou relevé pour être approché; à travers tes lèvres Slowly, it passes over my shoulders, découvert Et maintenant that I open my eyes, regarde-moi et nous parlerons ❤️

❤️ Réveille-moi comme ça, avec mon corps croustillant avec un désir révolté with the promise of your return With the essence of our desires, with the distance of your smile, with your chagrin neglected, with the profusion of our agonies. Later, I will savor the solitude of my hours, those who do not understand the hours, knowing what I keep in me all your wet souvenirs. ❤️

❤️ I covet your body, your skin sweetly glissant in my. Ta peau: I'm in love with this language that pecks at my rebound. I covet thy simple nakedness, the decomposition of breaths, our lost looks that seek, thy cou s'ouvre à moi, the fragility of this momentanée ascension that brings us to the body of the other where we die, encore une fois, dans la vie, où nous vivons un instant, dans la mort ❤️

❤️ The paumes reach the highest point of the soul, the flowers, the fruits, the juices spread; the gazes cross even if they are not seen, the stars shine brighter than diamonds; the skins hang nothing that touches, the smell of sex permeates the places; The pores are dilating, the rain appears, the legs are moist, the hands, the mouths ❤️

❤️ My knees are tied to your belly, the soft petals refresh the silence; thou feel the wind of my wet mouth, and drink the silver from the rays of the moon; tongues meet just for a moment, bellies tremble, contortion of clouds; Because in the suite the lips move and the meeting ends leaving you happy I look for another invention ❤️

❤️ Tonight was good, my love... Because I could feel your essence and I was able to enter the tunnel without fear Of the utopian promise of love, Because today you were an open book, Where I wrote, I love you, But I also wrote my passion. Tonight was special, my love... For with my tenderness and a great dose of enthusiasm, With every kiss I took away your sadness And gather your desires, Tonight it was a beautiful love ❤️

❤️ Because we are beyond routine, and I have had your warm smiles, because today I have recognized your hands, on my chest, on my waist like the waves, arriving at the beach that awaited them. .... This night was beautiful, special, unforgettable, unique. .... Even if it wasn't enough for me to kiss you till I lose count, even if you were sitting on my skin.. Because you also told me something I'll never forget, and that gave wings to my heart, loving and crazy, that allowed itself to continue to create its ghost, that you would love me, all like me, one day; and well today you said amour, je t'aime un peu ❤️

❤️ I remember the time when your impatient fingers were playing with my breast buttons, causing a buffée of moisture in this warm and burning place of my intimacy.. And when the doves of your wavering hands descended to the garden of desire, your mouth seeking to drink the honey of this little ocean where your lips and your wavering tongue lost themselves until they drowned the strength of your interior, making a shipwreck in the waves of pleasure and gemotions of passion, dying little. A little, skin to skin, in the eternal embrace of love ❤️

❤️ I hide my feelings, I splash them on these four walls, I dissect them, brushstrokes of color on my heart that runs away in mourning, because tonight I made love with my shadow and for a moment my figure merges with the moon, I explode inside ... and my moans come closer, recognizing me as a companion of loneliness ❤️