AliaMillers

In the sweet haven of my spirit, where fantasy and reality intertwine in a dance of the air, I reside.. I am a young Colombian of 21 years, whose appearance is tender and lovely, but the façade of a vibrant and fougueux interior world.. My passion for cosplay takes me to explore the limits of my imagination, transforming myself into different characters of pop culture and plunging into a fantastic and amusing universe.. But beyond the surface of my disguises lies a world of desires secrets and indescribable fetishes qui n'attendent que d'être libérés. In my most intimate ghosts, cosplay becomes a scene to explore my most profound fetishes.. I imagine myself dominated by a French lover, whose strong and sure hands guide me to an abyss of pleasure and submission.. l'idée d'être délicatement nouée alors que mon apparence tendre et adorable devient une invitation irresistible pour mon amoureux, éveille un torrent d'émotions au plus profond de mon être I'm so happy to be here with you, and I'm so happy to be here with you

My costumes become the tools of seduction and submission, each tissue caressing my skin with a sweet exquisite that awakens my desire.. I like to experience the feeling of vulnerability that accompanies the soumission, abandoning completely the pleasure of being dominated by an amant who knows the art of seduction and sweet domination.. In this game of chatouilles and whispers, I find the freedom to explore my desires the deepest and darkest, without fear or inhibition.. But cosplay is not only for me a source of erotic pleasure; it is also a form of creative expression and an escape from reality.. I like to lose myself in the fantastic world, where I can be who I want and explore worlds that exist only in my imagination.. l'excitation de me transformer en différents personnages fills me with joie et me permet d'explorer différents aspects de ma personnalité, du plus innocent au plus séduisant I'm so excited to be able to explore different aspects of my personality, from the most innocent to the most seductive.

In the hands of an intelligent and cultivated lover, I find the freedom to be who I really am, without fear of judgment or censure.. The intellectual connection becomes the perfect prelude to a night of unbridled pleasure, where the limits fade and where one abandons oneself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.. In this world of shadows and whispers, I am a goddess of desire and imagination, ready to be adored and venerated by those who dare to explore with me the darkest recesses of passion and sensuality.

In my most intimate ghosts, cosplay becomes a scene to explore my most profound fetishes.. I imagine myself dominated by a French lover, whose strong and sure hands guide me to an abyss of pleasure and submission.. l'idée d'être délicatement nouée alors que mon apparence tendre et adorable devient une invitation irresistible pour mon amoureux, éveille un torrent d'émotions au plus profond de mon être I'm so happy to be here with you, and I'm so happy to be here with you. My costumes become the tools of seduction and submission, each tissue caressing my skin with a sweet exquisite that awakens my desire.. I like to experience the feeling of vulnerability that accompanies the soumission, abandoning completely the pleasure of being dominated by an amant who knows the art of seduction and sweet domination.. In this game of chatouilles and whispers, I find the freedom to explore my desires the deepest and darkest, without fear or inhibition.

But cosplay is not only for me a source of erotic pleasure; it is also a form of creative expression and an escape from reality.. I like to lose myself in the fantastic world, where I can be who I want and explore worlds that exist only in my imagination.. l'excitation de me transformer en différents personnages fills me with joie et me permet d'explorer différents aspects de ma personnalité, du plus innocent au plus séduisant I'm so excited to be able to explore different aspects of my personality, from the most innocent to the most seductive.. In addition to my erotic fantasies, I also enjoy moments of intimacy shared with an intelligent and cultivated lover.. I like to explore the recesses the deepest recesses of the spirit and the body, in m'abandonnant complètement au plaisir du moment.. The emotional connection and the complicity are fundamental for me, and I find that a deep and significant conversation can be as exciting as any physical experience.

In the hands of an intelligent and cultivated lover, I find the freedom to be who I really am, without fear of judgment or censure.. The intellectual connection becomes the perfect prelude to a night of unbridled pleasure, where the limits fade and where one abandons oneself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.. In this world of shadows and whispers, I am a goddess of desire and imagination, ready to be adored and venerated by those who dare to explore with me the darkest recesses of passion and sensuality.

Although there are things I don't like, like noisy crowds or chaotic environments, these preferences don't affect my ability to appreciate eroticism and sensuality.. I prefer the moments of intimacy calm and serene, where I can plunge into the exploration of my ghosts the most intimate sans distractions.. I am not a fan of practices involving physical pain or humiliation, because for me, eroticism is intrinsically linked to mutual respect and shared pleasure.. I prefer to explore the limits of pleasure in a consensual manner and taking into account the needs and desires of both parties.. In my most intimate fantasies, I like to experience the feeling of vulnerability that accompanies submission, abandoning completely the pleasure of being dominated by an amant who knows the art of seduction and sweet domination.. In this game of chatouilles and whispers, I find the freedom to explore my desires the deepest and darkest, without fear or inhibition.

The last can close my eyes shadow that carries me the day white, and I can free my soul hour, to be an anxious flatterer empressement; but not of this other part of the shore let him remember where he burned: the swimming knows my flame, the cold water, and lose respect for the severe laws. Soul, for whom a Dieu a été une prison, Veines, what humour ont-elles donné à tant de feu, Des moelles qui ont glorieusement brûlé, Their body will part, pas ses soins; They will be ashes, mais cela aura du sens; They will be poussière, encore plus de poussière en amour.

But beyond my personal preferences and tastes, I remain a passionate and ardent lover, ready to explore the darkest corners of passion and sensuality with an intelligent and understanding partner.. The intellectual and emotional connection remains fundamental in my erotic life, for I enjoy the moments of shared intimacy where our minds meet in a jeu d'esprit and of complicité that feeds the fire of passion.. In the hands of an intelligent and cultivated lover, I find the freedom to be who I really am, without fear of judgment or censure.. The intellectual connection becomes the perfect prelude to a night of unbridled pleasure, where the limits fade and where one abandons oneself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.. In this world of shadows and whispers, I am a goddess of desire and imagination, ready to be adored and venerated by those who dare to explore with me the darkest recesses of passion and sensuality.

In addition to my erotic tastes, I also have a passion for learning and culture.. I enjoy the moments of tranquillité et de sérénité, where I can plunge into the reading of books that awaken my curiosity and transport me towards new worlds.. Classical and contemporary literature occupies a place in my heart and I like to explore the complexities of the human condition through the words of the great masters of writing.. I also like to explore art and music, whether as a visitor to local art galleries or as an assistant to classical music concerts.. Beauty and creativity are a constant source of inspiration for me and I like to surround myself with people who share my passion for artistic expression and critical thinking. I know a giant and strange hymn that announces a dawn in the night of the soul, and these pages are of this hymn cadences that the air expands in the shadow. I would like to write to you about the man who used a rebellious and mean language, with words that were in the same time, with sights and laughter, colours and notes.

Love is a universal experience that touches us all, but sometimes we don't find the right words to express it. All through history, poets have been able to express what we all feel in a creative and eloquent way. c'est pourquoi, dans cet article, nous découvrirons une sélection de trente-sept courts poèmes d'amour écrits par des poètes de renom, qui peuvent inspirer tout cœur désireux de s'exprimer. This article is about the poetry of the French court..

I propose you among the grapes, the green segments and the roses, my naïve heart that humbles before your goodness; your loving hands do not want to destroy it, your eyes rejoice in my simple gift. In the shadow of the garden my body is tired, the auras of the morning covered with rose;. When the divine storm is quiet in my tempes, I'll stretch out, playing with your thick locks, on your wedding day, my front is sleeping,.

I know a hymn giant and strange that announces an dawn in the night of the soul, and these pages are of this hymn. I would like to write to you about the man who used a rebellious and mean language, with words that were in the same time, with sights and laughter, colours and notes.. But it is in vain to fight, there is no chiffre capable of nursing him; et juste, oh, magnifique! Yes, I've got you in my hands, I could, à ton oreille, sing you alone.

Au coeur de la mine la plus secrète, A l'intérieur du fruit le plus lointain, Dans la vibration de la note la plus discrète, Dans la conque spirale et résonante, Dans la couche de peinture la plus dense, Dans la veine qui nous sonde le plus dans le corps, Dans le mot qui dit plus doux, Dans la racine qui descend plus bas, plus elle se cache, Dans le silence le plus profond de cette pause, Où la vie est devenue éternité, Je cherche ta main et déchiffre la cause De vouloir et de ne pas croire, définitive, l'intimité.

Femme, j'aurais été ton fils, pour t'avoir bu le lait des seins comme d'une source, to look at you and feel you at my side and to have you dans le rire doré et la voix de cristal. To feel you in my veins like God in the rivers and I love you in the sad bones of the dust and the chaux, because your being passes without pain beside me and this is ressorti in the verse purified of all evil –. How will you know how to love you, femme, how will you know I love you, I love you like no one ever has ever loved you and I love you more. And again I love you more and more.

My slave, crains-moi. Love me. My slave! I am with thee the most vast coucher of sunshine in my sky, and in it my soul shines like a cold star.. When they're away from you, my pas come back to me. My own fouet is falling on my life. You are what is in me and who is far. Fuyant comme a chœur de brumes chassées is a French musical.. Next to me, but wherein, what is far. And quoi, étant loin sous mes pieds, march away from me. The echo of the voice beyond silence. And what grows in my soul like mousse in ruins.

Days and nights I've been looking for you Without finding the place where you sing I've been looking for you through time up and through the river down You lost yourself in tears Nights and nights I've been looking for you Without finding the place where you cry Cause I know you cry I just need to look in the mirror To know that you cry and that you cried for me You alone save the tears And a black beggar You make him king crowned with your hand I also enjoy in-depth debates and conversations on a variety of topics, from politics and philosophy to science and technology. I like to question my own ideas and points of view, and find open discussions and exchanges of ideas essential to my personal and intellectual growth. In the hands of an intelligent and cultivated lover, I find the freedom to be who I really am, without fear of judgment or censure.. The intellectual connection becomes the perfect prelude to a night of unbridled pleasure, where the limits fade and where one abandons oneself completely to the ecstasy of the moment.. In this world of shadows and whispers, I am a goddess of desire and imagination, ready to be adored and venerated by those who dare to explore with me the darkest recesses of passion and sensuality.

What a smiling touch of your eyes, light as frightened doves on the shore of the water! How fast the contact of your eyes with my gaze! Who are you? Is it important! Despite you, there's a little word in your enigmatic eyes I don't want to know. You like me looking from the side, hidden, scared. So I can think that you're running away from something, from me or you, from nothing, from these temptations that they say to pursue the married woman The woman who has beautiful feet can never be ugly the softness generally enhances her beauty for the small calves and thighs linger in the pubis this has always been beyond any cannon surrounds the navel like one of those bells that if they undergo pressure they play for Elisa claim the lubricating nipples waiting spread your lips without spewing saliva and let yourself be loved by the eyes of the mirror the woman who has beautiful feet knows how to wander in sadness You don't know how much I need your voice; I need your look those words that always filled me, I need your inner peace; I need the light of your lips! I can't go on like this! ... I can't anymore my mind don't want to think It can't think of anything but you. I need the flower of your hands this patience of all your actions with this justice that inspires me for what has always been my spine my source of life is dried with the force of l'oubli.. I burned it; what I needed, I found it already, but it's still there! I'm not! I miss you encore! I'm not!

Femme, j'aurais été ton fils, pour t'avoir bu le lait des seins comme d'une source, to look at you and feel you at my side and to have you dans le rire doré et la voix de cristal. To feel you in my veins like God in the rivers and I love you in the sad bones of the dust and the chaux, because your being passes without pain beside me and this is ressorti in the verse purified of all evil –. How will you know how I love you, femme, how will you know I love you, I love you like no one ever has! I love you more. And still I love you more and more Esclava mía, témeme. Love me. Slave of mine with thee the darkest sunset of my sky, and it has come to my soul like a cool star. When you're gone, they come back to me. I am my own whip falling on my life. That's where you're inside me and you're far away. Running like a chorus of chased mist. Next to me, but where? Far, what is far. And here I am, far beneath my feet, walking. The echo of the voice is more important for the silence.

I thought of you, of your hair that the world of shadows would send, and I had a point in my life and I wanted to dream that you were to me. I'm walking the earth with my eyes high. - To such a height that in a rage of rage or in a miserable redness the human creature lights them up. Vivre: -Knowing how to die; that's how this unfortunate search, this ferocious good, afflicts me, and the whole Being in my soul is reflected, and in seeking without faith, I die of faith. Days and nights I've been looking for you Without finding the place where you sing I've been looking for you through time up and through the river down You lost yourself in tears Nights and nights I've been looking for you Without finding the place where you cry Cause I know you cry I just need to look in the mirror To know that you cry and that you cried for me You alone save the tears And of a black beggar You make him king crowned with your hand Cover me, my love, the palate of my mouth with this extreme extreme foam, which is the jasmine of those who know and those who burn, germinated on the tip of the rocky coral. Rends-moi fou, mon amour, ton sel, fou, your flower supreme is thundering and fierce, your fury is in the diadem of the eyelet that bites.. Oh tight stream, love, oh beautiful hot snow bubbling through a cave so narrow and raw,

The last can close my eyes shadow that carries me the day white, and I can free my soul hour, to be an anxious flatterer empressement; but not of this other part of the shore let him remember where he burned: the swimming knows my flame, the cold water, and lose respect for the severe laws. Soul, for whom a Dieu a été une prison, Veines, what humour ont-elles donné à tant de feu, Des moelles qui ont glorieusement brûlé, Their body will part, pas ses soins; They will be ashes, mais cela aura du sens; They will be poussière, encore plus de poussière en amour.

couvre-moi, mon amour, le toit de ma bouche avec cette mousse extrême et extrême, qui est le jasmin de ceux qui savent et de ceux qui brûlent, germé sur la pointe du corail rocheux. I'm going to have to go to the bathroom, and I'm going to have to go to the bathroom.. Rends-moi fou, mon amour, ton sel, fou, your flower supreme is thundering and fierce, your fury is in the diadem of the eyelet that bites.. Oh tight flow, love, oh beautiful hot snow bubbling through a cave so narrow and raw, to watch how your beautiful neck you slip, my love, and it rains jasmine and stars of saliva

You undress like you were alone and suddenly you discover you're with me.. How I love you then between the sheets and the cold! You start flirting with me like a stranger and I make you a ceremonial and warm courtship. I think I'm your husband and you're cheating on me. And how we love each other then in the laughter of finding ourselves alone in a forbidden love! (Later, when it happened, I'm afraid of you and feel a shiver.) Sometimes I feel like I'm crazy to say: I love you madly. Sometimes I have the impression of being stupid I love him so much sometimes I have the impression of being a child crying. Sometimes I feel like I'm dead. I feel, under the wet soil of my juice, that a flower pushes me to break my chest.