SalomettX

♥ I'm very happy to meet you, below I'll tell you about myself.♥

 I want to apologize to all women which I have called pretty before having called them intelligent or brave. I'm sorry if I made it sound like something as simple as what you are born with, It's what you should be most proud of, when it is your spirit that has crushed mountains. From now on, I'll say things like you're resilient or you are extraordinary, not because I think you're not pretty, but because you are much more than that.

 In chasing me, World, what are you interested in? How do I offend you, when I only try put beauties in my understanding and not my understanding in beauties? I do not value treasures or riches; and so it always makes me happier put riches in my thoughts Let my thoughts not be on riches. And I do not consider beauty that, defeated, It is civil dispossession of the ages, Nor do I like femented wealth, considering it better, in my truths, consume vanities of life than to consume life in vanities. 

I remember your face that was fixed in my days, woman in a blue skirt and a toasted forehead, that in my childhood and on my land of ambrosia I saw the black furrow open in a burning April. He raised in the tavern, deepened the impure cup the one who attached a son to your lily breast, and under that memory, which was a burn, The seed fell from your hand, serene. I saw you reap your son's wheat in January, and without understanding I had my eyes fixed on you, enlarged with wonder and tears. And the mud of your feet will still kiss, because among a hundred worldly women I have not found your face and I still follow you in the shadow furrows with my song!

And God made me a woman, long hair, eyes, woman's nose and mouth. With curves and folds and gentle hollows and it dug me inside, He gave me a workshop on human beings. It delicately wove my nerves and swung carefully the number of my hormones. Compounded my blood and injected me with it to irrigate my whole body This is how the ideas were born, the dreams, the instinct. Everything that gently created with hammer blows and drills of love, the thousand and one things that make me a woman every day for which I stand up proud every morning and I bless my sex.

You boiled the milk and you followed the aromatic customs of coffee. You toured the house with a measure without waste. Every little thing a sacrament, like an offering to the weight of the night. All your hours are justified when going from the dining room to the living room, where are the portraits who like your comments. You set the law of every day and the Sunday bird opens with the colors of fire and the foam from the stew. When a glass breaks, It's your laugh that tinkles. The center of the house flies like the dot on the line. in your nightmares it rains endlessly about the collection of bushes dwarfs and the underground flamboyant. If you get giddy, the broken firmament on marble spears, would fall on us.

Woman: you the virtuous, and you the cynical, And you the indifferent one or the perverse one; Let's look at each other without fear and in the eyes: We know each other well. Let's get down to business. We walk under armor: if we have enough The soul, we cut it; if not full, Because the armor is diminished, therefore, we fill it: With armor we always walk on our backs. Fierce armor! But keep it. If one day you wanted to destroy it, From the mere effort of throwing it away You would stay like me, very dead.

Seeing yourself naked is remembering the Earth. The smooth Earth, clean of horses. The Earth without a reed, pure form closed to the future: silver border. Seeing yourself naked is understanding the desire of the rain that seeks weak size or the sea fever with its immense face without finding the light of his cheek. The blood will sound through the bedrooms and he will come with a flashing sword, but you won't know where they hide the toad's heart or the violet. Your belly is a struggle of roots, your lips are a dawn without contour, under the warm roses of the bed The dead moan waiting their turn.

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not pretty nor was I born to wear model sizes, but when I start telling them, they think I'm lying to them. And I say: The secret is in the length of my arms, in the width of my hips, in the cadence of my walk, in the curve of my lips. I am a woman, phenomenally. phenomenal woman, that's me. I go anywhere as calm as possible, the same as a man. Men stand or fall to their knees. Then they flutter around me, as if it were a hive of honey bees. And I say: It is the fire of my eyes, and the shine of my teeth, the swing of my hip, and joy in my feet. I am a woman, phenomenally. phenomenal woman, that's me. Even men wonder what they see in me. They try hard, but they can't touch my inner mystery. When I try to show him, They say they can't see it. And I say: It's in the arch of my back, the sun of my smile, the rhythm of my breasts, the grace of my style. I am a woman phenomenally. phenomenal woman, that's me. Now you understand Why doesn't my head bow? I don't scream or jump I don't even have to speak very loudly. When you see me pass you should feel proud. And I say: It's in the click of my heels, the waves of my hair, the palm of my hand, the need for my love, because I am a woman phenomenally. phenomenal woman, that's me.

The man's wife is the best, and madness to say that the worst thing, his life is usually and his gift, his death is usually and his poison. Heaven in the eyes, candid and serene, that many times I equal hell, Because its value is rare to the world, I point out, I condemn his rigor as false to man. She gives us her blood, she raises us, Heaven has not done a more unpleasant thing: She is an angel, and sometimes a harpy. Loves, hates, treats well, mistreats, and the woman is finally like ing, that sometimes gives health, and sometimes kills.

I love you like my fellow man my equal my similar from slave to slave couples in subversion to the domesticated order. I love you tonight and other nights with the identification signs changed how we happily change our clothes and your dress is mine and my sandals are yours like my breast is your breast and your ancestors are mine. We make love incestuously shocking the fish and to the good citizens of this and from all parties. In the morning, at breakfast, when things slowly wake up I will call by my name and you will answer cheerful, my equal, my sister, my like

This is where you can learn all about me and what I like to do 🙂 I like to talk about music, movies, video games and I also like to listen to what other people like too. Don't be ashamed to show up in my room, I can look sweet and innocent (I am most of the time)).. I'm a very hot girl but I can also be nasty and dirty when the time is right! Last but not least I want to say thank you! Even if you've never seen me or talked to me before, thank you for reading this, the community has given me confidence to be myself and shown me that I love making others happy, come meet me! Lots of hugs and kisses! 

783 / 5.000 If you can make me laugh you will take a special place in my heart.. My body is in great shape because I like sports and healthy food but I really love pizza and french fries.. I love kind and open people who want to see me not only naked but also as a person.. I like a good conversation.. But my English is bad (as you can see from my text for sure) but I try to improve it 🙂.. I love to travel, try new different dishes, learn from different cultures, enjoy listening to music, dancing, meeting good people who bring wonderful emotions to my life and I want to give them back.. I can be sexy, passionate, romantic, naughty.. Don’t forget to follow me and support me. Thank you so much. Thank you for being with me and for your support.

My attitude will always be a reflection of your attitude, if you're cool I'm cool, if you're disrespectful I'll be disrespectful too. It just seems fair to me, just because I'm here doesn't give you the right to treat me like I'm any less valuable as a person. My room offers a variety of experiences from the creepy to the hot and naughty. It's up to you as much as it is me, I hope you find it enjoyable and that you enjoy it. I try to make this as enjoyable as possible for myself.

I am a soul in love with music and the world around me. From the soft melodies that caress my ears to the rhythms that make my heart beat, music is my constant companion on this journey called life. I am a woman who is passionate about everything I do, whether it is enjoying a song that makes me vibrate or exploring new experiences in intimacy. My heart beats strongly when I immerse myself in the passion of the moment, giving myself completely to every sensation and emotion that sex can offer. But my love for life goes beyond physical pleasures; I also love exploring the world around us and immersing myself in different cultures and languages. 

Travel is my passion, and every new destination is an opportunity to learn, grow, and enrich my soul with the experiences that only cultural diversity can offer. I am a loving and caring woman by nature, always looking to connect with people in a deep and meaningful way. Emotional intimacy is as important to me as physical intimacy, and I enjoy every moment I spend with those who are lucky enough to share my company.

In short, I am a woman who loves music with all her heart, passionate in everything I do, loving and caring in my relationships, active and adventurous in sex, and an avid traveler in search of new cultural and linguistic experiences. I am excited to share this journey with all of you! I love being passionate in everything I do, especially when I am in front of the camera. There is nothing that excites me more than exploring my body, touching myself gently, letting my hands explore every inch of skin while I enjoy sensuality at its finest. Every caress, every whisper of pleasure that escapes my lips, is an invitation to a world of eroticism and delight. I like to lose myself in the moment, to give myself completely to the sensations that run through my body, while you watch me and share this journey of passion and lust with me. There is nothing more satisfying than feeling desired and knowing that I can make you vibrate with every movement, with every moan. So come, join me on this journey of pleasure and let's get carried away by the intensity of the moment. Together, we can make all our hottest fantasies come true.

When I immerse myself in this virtual world, I’m not just sharing my body, but also my unbridled passion for pleasure. It’s like every inch of me is imbued with sensuality, eagerly waiting to be explored and enjoyed. I like to take my time, starting with soft, delicate movements that awaken all your senses. Each caress is a whisper of desire, each movement an invitation to a world of shared ecstasy. I like to play with anticipation, letting the sexual tension between us slowly build until it becomes almost unbearable, and then releasing it in an explosion of pleasure. And oh, how I enjoy touching myself. My expert hands run over every curve of my body with an almost worshipful devotion, discovering every sensitive spot and every corner of pleasure. I like to lose myself in the moment, close my eyes and let myself be carried away by the overwhelming sensations that course through my body.

But what I enjoy most is knowing that you're there, watching me with hungry eyes, craving every move, every moan. I like to think of you on the other side of the screen, imagining all the naughty things we could do together. The idea that we're sharing this intimate moment, even though we're separated by distance, only intensifies the pleasure I feel. So come, join me on this journey of self-discovery and unbridled passion. Allow me to take you by the hand as we explore the darkest, most exciting corners of our sexuality. Together, we can make all of our wildest fantasies come true and fulfill all of our deepest desires.

I love it when the men who come to see me in my private shows are affectionate and attentive. For me, the emotional connection is just as important as the physical one. I enjoy feeling loved and appreciated, and when men are attentive to my pleasure, it makes me feel special and wanted. It's great when they care about making me feel good and are open to exploring new ways to enjoy ourselves together. Open communication and willingness to experiment are things that excite me and make me feel more connected. Plus, I love it when they're willing to let themselves be seen as we share intimate moments.

This creates a bond of trust and complicity that increases excitement and enjoyment for both of us. For me, the experience is much more satisfying when there is a balance between passion, care, and emotional connection. Also, I love it when men are creative and willing to experiment with new forms of pleasure together. Imagination can take us to incredible places and make the experience even more exciting and fulfilling. I enjoy it when they are open to trying new things and taking our sessions to another level. And of course, it's great when they can last having pleasure with me. The ability to maintain arousal and enjoyment for longer creates a more intense and rewarding experience for both of us. I love it when we can explore different rhythms and techniques to prolong pleasure and enjoy our time together to the fullest. In short, creativity and stamina are qualities I really appreciate in the men who share intimacy with me in my private shows.

So get ready for a fiery, passion-filled encounter that will leave you breathless! My sexual encounters are a dance of desire and pleasure, where every caress, every whisper, and every glance are designed to take you to the edge of ecstasy and beyond. Like a true Pisces, I dive into the depths of desire, exploring every corner of your body with my expert hands and seductive lips. I enjoy intense, passionate sex, where the emotional connection intertwines with the physical, creating a unique and rewarding experience for both of us. There is nothing that excites me more than watching you lose control of your senses as we climax together, in a torrent of shared pleasure and total satisfaction. So if you are ready to dive into an ocean of passion and desire, I am here to make all your hottest fantasies come true!

Rapándoselo estaba cierta hermosa, hasta el ombligo toda arremangada, las piernas muy abiertas, y asentada en una silla ancha y espaciosa. Mirándoselo estaba muy gozosa, después que ya quedó muy bien rapada, y estándose burlando, descuidada, metióse el dedo dentro de la cosa. Y como menease las caderas, al usado señuelo respondiendo, un cierto saborcillo le dio luego. Mas como conoció no ser de veras, dijo: «¡Cuitada yo! ¿Qué estoy haciendo? Que no es ésta la leña deste fuego».

Soñaba una doncella que dormía con un galán que amaba tiernamente, y que en él todo andaba diligente y descuido ninguno no tenía. Ella, aunque mal, al fín, se resistía, diciendo:”¿Qué dirá de mí la gente?”, en efecto cumplíó con su accidente, dando los dos remate a su porfía. El galán la besaba y la abrazaba con más calor que un encendido leño; lo dulce a derramar no comenzaba, cuando de despertó, y le dijo al sueño: “¿Durar un poco más, qué te costaba, pues para mí era gusto no pequeño?”

Soñaba una doncella que dormía con un galán que amaba tiernamente, y que en él todo andaba diligente y descuido ninguno no tenía. Ella, aunque mal, al fín, se resistía, diciendo:”¿Qué dirá de mí la gente?”, en efecto cumplíó con su accidente, dando los dos remate a su porfía. El galán la besaba y la abrazaba con más calor que un encendido leño; lo dulce a derramar no comenzaba, cuando de despertó, y le dijo al sueño: “¿Durar un poco más, qué te costaba, pues para mí era gusto no pequeño?”

Pero cae la hora de la venganza, y te amo. Cuerpo de piel, de musgo, de leche ávida y firme. Ah los vasos del pecho! Ah los ojos de ausencia! Ah las rosas del pubis! Ah tu voz lenta y triste! Cuerpo de mujer mía, persistiré en tu gracia. Mi sed, mi ansia sin límite, mi camino indeciso! Oscuros cauces donde la sed eterna sigue, y la fatiga sigue, y el dolor infinito.

Pienso en tu sexo. Simplificado el corazón, pienso en tu sexo, ante el hijar maduro del día. Palpo el botón de dicha, está en sazón. Y muere un sentimiento antiguo degenerado en seso. Pienso en tu sexo, surco más prolífico y armonioso que el vientre de la sombra, aunque la muerte concibe y pare de Dios mismo. Oh Conciencia, pienso, si, en el bruto libre que goza donde quiere, donde puede. Oh escándalo de miel de los crepúsculos. Oh estruendo mudo. ¡Odumodneurtse!

Y tú me dices que tienes los pechos vencidos de esperarme, que te duelen los ojos de tenerlos vacíos de mi cuerpo, que has perdido hasta el tacto de tus manos de palpar esta ausencia por el aire, que olvidas el tamaño caliente de mi boca. Y tú me lo dices que sabes que me hice sangre en las palabras de repetir tu nombre, de golpear mis labios con la sed de tenerte, de darle a mi memoria, registrándola a ciegas, una nueva manera de rescatarte en besos desde la ausencia en la que tú me gritas que me estás esperando. Y tú me lo dices que estás tan hecha a este deshabitado ocio de mi carne que apenas sí tu sombra se delata, que apenas sí eres cierta en esta oscuridad que la distancia pone entre tu cuerpo y el mío.

Porque no es la impaciencia del buscador de orgasmo quien me tira del cuerpo a otros cuerpos a ser posiblemente jóvenes: yo persigo también el dulce amor, el tierno amor para dormir al lado y que alegre mi cama al despertarse, cercano como un pájaro. ¡Si yo no puedo desnudarme nunca, si jamás he podido entrar en unos brazos sin sentir -aunque sea nada más que un momento igual deslumbramiento que a los veinte años! Para saber de amor, para aprenderle, haber estado solo es necesario. Y es necesario en cuatrocientas noches -con cuatrocientos cuerpos diferentes- haber hecho el amor. Que sus misterios, como dijo el poeta, son del alma, pero un cuerpo es el libro en que se leen. Y por eso me alegro de haberme revolcado sobre la arena gruesa, los dos medio vestidos, mientras buscaba ese tendón del hombro. Me conmueve el recuerdo de tantas ocasiones.

Escribir un poema se parece a un orgasmo: mancha la tinta tanto como el semen, empreña también más en ocasiones. Tardes hay, sin embargo, en las que manoseo las palabras, muerdo sus senos y sus piernas ágiles, les levanto las faldas con mis dedos, las miro desde abajo, les hago lo de siempre y, pese a todo, ved: ¡no pasa nada! Lo expresaba muy bien Cesar Vallejo: “Lo digo y no me corro”. Pero él disimulaba

Conoces a la yo calma, a la coqueta inofensiva, diurna y musical. Quién sabe cuándo aflore la maliciosa, viperina y vengativa. Pero sé que ambas se hurgan el sexo. Y se huelen los dedos.

Habítame, penétrame. Sea tu sangre una con mi sangre. Tu boca entre mi boca. Tu corazón agrande el mío hasta estallar… Desgárrame. Caigas entera en mis entrañas. Anden tus manos en mis manos. Tus pies caminen en mis pies, tus pies. Árdeme, árdeme. Cólmeme tu dulzura. Báñeme tu saliva el paladar. Estés en mí como está la madera en el palito. Que ya no puedo así, con esta sed quemándome. Con esta sed quemándome. La soledad, sus cuervos, sus perros, sus pedazos

En perseguirme, Mundo, ¿qué interesas? ¿En qué te ofendo, cuando sólo intento poner bellezas en mi entendimiento y no mi entendimiento en las bellezas? Yo no estimo tesoros ni riquezas; y así, siempre me causa más contento poner riquezas en mi pensamiento que no mi pensamiento en las riquezas. Y no estimo hermosura que, vencida, es despojo civil de las edades, ni riqueza me agrada fementida, teniendo por mejor, en mis verdades, consumir vanidades de la vida que consumir la vida en vanidades. 

Nada mejor para cantar la vida, y aun para dar sonrisas a la muerte, que la áurea copa donde Venus vierte la esencia azul de su viña encendida. Por respirar los perfumes de Armida y por sorber el vino de su beso, vino de ardor, de beso, de embeleso, fuérase al cielo en la bestia de Orlando, ¡Voz de oro y miel para decir cantando: la mejor musa es la de carne y hueso! [...] 

Mujer: tú la virtuosa, y tú la cínica, Y tú la indiferente o la perversa; Mirémonos sin miedo y a los ojos: Nos conocemos bien. Vamos a cuentas. Bajo armadura andamos: si nos sobra El alma, la cortamos; si no llena, Por mengua, la armadura, pues, la henchimos: Con la armadura andamos siempre a cuestas. ¡Armadura feroz! Mas conservadla. Si algún día destruirla pretendierais, Del solo esfuerzo de arrojarla lejos Os quedaríais como yo, bien muertas. 

Y ha viajado noches y días, sí, muchos días, y muchas noches. Siempre parando en estaciones diferentes, siempre con una ansia turbia, de bajar ella también, de quedarse ella también, ay, para siempre partir de nuevo con el alma desgarrada, para siempre dormitar de nuevo en trayectos inacabables

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido. Oír la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella. Y el verso cae al alma como al pasto el rocío. Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla. La noche esta estrellada y ella no está conmigo. Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos. Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Te amo como mi semejante mi igual mi parecida de esclava a esclava parejas en la subversión al orden domesticado. Te amo esta y otras noches con las señas de identidad cambiadas como alegremente cambiamos nuestras ropas y tu vestido es el mío y mis sandalias son las tuyas como mi seno es tu seno y tus antepasadas son las mías. Hacemos el amor incestuosamente escandalizando a los peces y a los buenos ciudadanos de este y de todos los partidos. A la mañana, en el desayuno, cuando las cosas lentamente vayan despertando llamaré por mi nombre y tú contestarás alegre, mi igual, mi hermana, mi semejante