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Victory, 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.

Victoria, in you duality blooms, like a rose tree that in the night mute, your thick lips, flames in the dark, cause sighs, dreams in freedom. Your eyes, two emeralds that the soul strips, green as meadows that in the rain are fertilized, in its depth reason is lost, and desire arises in every beat, in every occasion. You are juicy, in the light of day, with a clear mind, the word precise, like a lighthouse that guides in the storm, but when night falls, awakens the storm. Lustful, with contained passion, like a river waiting for the tide, in your hands, fire and 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, Victoria, in you is peace and torment, reason and the most burning feeling. In your presence, the world stops, the moon watches you, and envies you, for that mixture of sweetness and fire, that lights up hearts without any plea. Victoria, you are a muse, you are art, a divine work in every part, in your eyes hides the mystery of a forbidden love, of an eternal pleasure. Under the moon, under the rising sun, your figure shines, always imposing, Victoria, name of queen, of goddess, in your essence, lust is beautiful. And in the silence, when the night falls, your name whispers the wind, and the desire does not cease, because Victoria, you are the longing, of a heart that is lost in your sky.

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.

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 starry sky, in a corner of the night, your name rises, Victoria, as a whisper of longing, you are muse and charm, a whirlwind in the mind, with those thick lips that invite desire. Your eyes, two emeralds, green as hope, guide the gaze to an abyss of passion, are beacons in the dark, twinkle in the distance, and in their mysterious glow I find perdition. Victoria, you are an enigma, between reason and fire, a wise woman who keeps fiery secrets, in your soul coexist sanity and play, where lust hides in latent thoughts. Your beauty is a canvas that draws temptation, and in every gentle gesture, in every sincere laughter, innocence is mixed with a touch of provocation, you are the flower that lights and calms the beast at the same time. Your lips, Victoria, are a poem without words, a story that tells the forbidden and the hidden, are the portal to dreams and enchanted nights, where time stops and the world is your worship. I think of you and I lose myself in that duality that you are, in the woman who keeps judgment and overflows it 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 name resonates in my thoughts, you are the perfect fusion of the sublime and the earthly, a deep sigh, a desire without remorse, you are the destiny that takes me to the heavenly.

Victoria, name of queen and goddess, Your beauty is a song, a prose. Thick and provocative lips, they are burning, In whispers and kisses, dreams go crazy. Green eyes, like emeralds in the sun, flashes of passion in a bright world. Deep look, that judges and seduces, burning flames that the soul induces. Judgmental in mind, lustful by essence, a duality that invites the presence. You are the balance between reason and desire, a muse that inspires and causes insomnia. Your laughter, like bells in the breeze, It's a soft music, it's a magic that hypnotizes. With every word, with every gesture, Victoria, you are a poem, a manifesto. Your steps, graceful, set the rhythm, In the waltz of life, you are the boldest. Judgmental in decisions, firm in your steps, But at night, your desire shines. You are the temptation dressed in virtue, a mystery that envelops with attitude. The whispers of the wind bear your name, Victoria, beautiful woman, passion of a man. Your lips, temptation of ripe fruit, They are promises of a paradise, of a sweetness. Your eyes, windows on a deep soul, They are oceans of desire, of a fertile passion. You are the muse of poets and painters, a being of light in a world of colors. Victoria, the power is in your name, of a woman who knows how to love and love. Judgmental and lustful, a divine combination, You are the star that lights the sky. Victoria, beautiful young woman, with provocative lips, The most intuitive dreams are in your being. You're a poem, you're a song, you're an inspiration, Victoria, in your beauty I find the reason. To admire you, desire you, adore you, in every verse, in every art.

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In the garden of life a rose blooms, Victoria is its name, captivating beauty, With lips of passion, seductive carmine, Whispers of honey, promise of love. Her eyes, two emeralds, jewels of light, Flashes of magic, in a green hood, Deep gaze, infinite ocean, In its waters I get lost, in its love I see myself. Judicious in her approach, brilliant mind, wise as a book, vibrant spirit, Victoria is a beacon, a guide and a reason, in her wisdom I find my lesson. Lustful in secret, passion contained, In her caresses, the flame was lit, Shared dreams, on sunny nights, Victoria and I, in a world of love. In her hands, the tenderness, in her skin, the heat, Victoria, my muse, my eternal shine, Every laugh, a song, every kiss, a sun, In her embrace I find peace, in her chest, the goal. Her light steps, her heavenly dance, Victory, divine, my earthly love, With provocative lips, a sigh pushes me, In the echo of the wind, her name will resonate. Judicious and lustful, divine combination, Victoria, my queen, my life culminates in you, Every day a poem, every afternoon a song, In your love I find my reason to dream. Oh Victoria, my love, my sweet pleasure, In your green eyes I want to perish, Light of my life, lighthouse in the darkness, In your love, Victoria, I find my eternity. With lips of fire and serene gaze, Victoria, my love, my judicious and lustful soul is trained in you, two souls in one, In your love, Victoria, I find my fortune.

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Victoria, your name resonates in the wind, like a song that brings breath, of a love that is fire, that is deep sea, and in your green eyes I see a whole world. Your lips, carry endless desires, They invite me to dream, to lose myself in you. With every sigh, with every smile, You awaken in my soul the submissive flame. You are wise in your steps, firm in your thoughts, But in the darkness you let go. Lustful in silence, in the secret of the night, You are a storm that grows, you are a waste. Your skin, soft as silk to the touch, hides the passions that the heart knows. Victoria, you're a riddle without a solution, a perfect mix of reason and passion. You're calm in the storm, fire in the ice, and under your light love becomes a duel. Your thick lips, your jade eyes, They make the desire overflow in my being. Victory, muse and queen, in you I find peace, and at the same time, a fire that never goes out. You are the sweetest dream, the burning passion, a love carried in the soul, always present.

Victoria, your name resonates in the wind, like a song that brings with it the breath of a love that is fire, that is deep sea, and in your green eyes I see a whole world. Your lips, door of endless desires, invite me to dream, to lose myself in you. With every sigh, with every smile, you awaken in my soul the submissive flame. Juicy in your walk, firm in your thinking, but in the dark, you let yourself go. Lustful in silence, in the secret of the night, you're a storm that grows, you're a waste. Your skin, soft as silk to the touch, hides passions that the heart knows. Victoria, you are an unsolved riddle, a perfect mix of reason and passion. You're calm in the storm, fire in the ice, and under your light, love becomes a duel. Your thick lips, your jade eyes, make the desire in my being overflow. Victoria, muse and queen, in you I find peace, and at the same time, a fire that never goes out. You are the sweetest dream, the burning passion, a love that is carried in the soul, always present.

Victoria, with lips thick as desire, where the secrets of a kiss are hidden. Your green eyes, sparkling in the night, They guide me to a universe where everything is waste. Your look, lustful but serene, It's a window on the passion that burns, and the day, judicious, lucid, You control the fire that burns in your chest and advances. You're calm and storm, a constant riddle, a woman that turns on and off the moment. Under the sunlight you are a lighthouse that guides you, but under the moon you awaken your imagination. Your lips provoke, your smile conquers, and your presence is felt, subtle and ready. Victoria, desire and judgment coexist in you, like two opposing forces at the same beginning. In the softness of your hands, in the curve of your skin, the stars and the faithful dawn are found. You are a poem of fire and calm, a symphony that shakes the soul.

Victoria, with lips as thick as desire, where the secrets of a kiss are hidden. Your green eyes, sparkles in the night, They guide me to a universe where everything is waste. Your look, lustful but serene, It's a window to the passion that burns, And in the day, judicious, clear-minded, You control the fire that burns in your chest and advances. You are calm and storm, a constant enigma, a woman who turns the moment on and off. Under the sunlight, you are a guiding lighthouse, but under the moon, you awaken your fantasy. Your lips provoke, your smile conquers, and your presence is felt, subtle and ready. Victoria, desire and judgment coexist in you, like two opposing forces in the same beginning. In the softness of your hands, in the curve of your skin, the stars and the faithful dawn are found. You are a poem of fire and calm, a symphony that shakes the soul.

Victoria, with lips thick as desire, where the secrets of a kiss are hidden. Your green eyes, sparks in the night, guide me to a universe where everything is waste. Your gaze, lustful but serene, is a window to the passion that burns, and in the day, judicious, clear-minded, you control the fire that burns in your chest and advances. You are calm and storm, a constant enigma, a woman who turns on and off the instant. Under the sunlight, you're a beacon that guides, but under the moon, you awaken the fantasy. Your lips provoke, your smile conquers, and your presence is felt, subtle and ready. Victoria, in you desire and judgment coexist, as two opposing forces in the same beginning. In the softness of your hands, in the curve of your skin, are the stars and the faithful dawn. You are a poem of fire and calm, a symphony that shakes the soul.

Victory, like the dawn that awakens the day, Your presence illuminates, dazzles and guides. Your lips, refuge of an endless passion, where desire and love celebrate. Your green eyes, wide as the sea, They keep secrets that I would like to explore, hidden depths of an intense soul, which in its beauty envelops me, stretches me. You are discerning, you walk in the right way, with a sharp mind, with a right step. But at night, when silence cries, Your desire is lit, discreet, infinite. You are fire and ice, calm and storm, a dance between reason and destiny. Your lips provoke, your eyes invite, to a journey where the body is excited. Victoria, you are the perfect duality, a goddess who connects in the shadows, with desire, with hidden passion, who transforms everyday life into pure life. Under your skin burns a volcano of fire, that between the sighs is released without prayer, You are a muse of forbidden loves, of the most sincere desires.

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Victory, like the dawn that awakens the day, your presence illuminates, dazzles and guides. Your lips, a refuge of endless passion, where desire and love become a feast. Your green eyes, vast as the sea, keep secrets that I would like to explore, hidden depths of an intense soul, that in its beauty envelops me, tensions me. Juicy you walk the straight path, with sharp mind, with right step. But at night, when silence screams, your lust is lit, discreet, infinite. You are fire and ice, calm and storm, a dance between reason and fate. Your lips provoke, your eyes invite, to a journey where the body is excited. Victoria, you are the perfect duality, a goddess that in the shadow connects, with desire, with hidden passion, that transforms the everyday into pure life. Under your skin burns a volcano of fire, that between sighs is released without prayer, you are the muse of forbidden loves, of the most sensed desires.

You are a riddle wrapped in an ethereal light, a masterpiece of creation unparalleled, a song that resonates in deep silence, an intoxicating presence, a celestial whisper. Your eyes, green as the forest of hope, They are beacons that guide in the darkest night, and in the reflection of your look the world is hidden, a whole universe in every look pure. Black hair, like the starless night, cascading with infinite grace, and each strand, each wave, is a poem of shadows, telling stories of the past.stories of love in its infinite dance.

Your lips, red as passion on fire, They are a promise of kisses and ardent caresses, and in every smile, in every laugh, there is a charm, which transforms gray days into luminous moments. Pale skin, like the moon in its splendour, It is a canvas that reflects the light of sincere love, and in the sweetness of your presence, the world is transformed, an ethereal dream come true on the flight of your dreams.

You are the personification of beauty and mystery, a being of shadow and light who captivates and fascinates, and in the echo of your laughter, in the sweetness of your being, I find a paradise, an eternal and true refuge. In your green eyes, in your hair at night, in your red lips and your moonlight skin, I find the essence of pure beauty, a symphony that the soul adores and never forgets.

Your smile is the light that illuminates my nights, a star in the firmament of my heart, and every encounter with you, the world becomes new, a living poem of love, beauty and emotion.

Your lips fleshy and red like the flower of blood, They are a poem in every laugh, a song in every kiss, They draw in the air verses of passion and desire, whispering secrets that the wind wants to understand.

The skin, pale and soft as the moon in its fullness, It is a canvas on which the light draws its lines, a porcelain that welcomes the touch of themore delicate, a silk coat that silently reveals its calm.

Your smile, beacon of light in the storm, It is a refuge for the soul lost in the desert, It is the dance of the stars at nightfall, a radiance that transforms sadness into joy. In your presence, the world becomes sweeter, Each of your gestures is a verse in an eternal poem, a melody that the heart desires and adore, a dream that finds its way in your eyes. When you walk, the earth seems to dance, Each of your steps is a note in a divine concert, and the air is filled with the fragrance of your essence, a mixture of mystery, beauty and destiny.

In the enchanted realm of your green eyes, where the sparkle of emeralds blends with the sky, There is a glow that eclipses the stars and moons, a beacon in the fog, a whisper of mystery. Your eyes, jewels in the vast darkness, flashes of a deep green like the eternal forest, with every blink, they tell dream stories, and in his gaze, the universe unfolds serenely. The hair, black river that unfolds with grace, an infinite night in an endless waterfall, It's a veil of shadows that caresses your shoulders, a mystery imprisoned in every celestial strand.

Victory, duality blooms in you, like a rose tree that silenced in the night, your thick lips, flames in the dark, They cause sighs, dreams in freedom. Your eyes, two emeralds that uncover the soul, green like meadows fertilized by rain, In its depths, reason is lost, and desire arises at every heartbeat, at every occasion. You are wise, in the light of day, with a clear mind, the word precise, like a lighthouse that guides in the storm, But at nightfall, the storm wakes up. Lustful, with a contained passion, like a river waiting for the flood, in your hands, fire and calm, You are heaven and hell in one soul. Your laughter, echo of a furtive desire, which runs through the bodies in a subtle rhythm, Victory, in you are peace and torment, reason and the most ardent feeling. In your presence, the world stops, The moon looks at you and is envious, for this mixture of sweetness and fire, that lights up 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, a goddess, At the bottom, desire is beautiful. And in the silence, when night falls, your name whispers the wind, and the desire does not cease, Well, Victoria, you are the desire, of a heart lost in your sky.