MaiaThunder

Nice To meet U ❤ here: Maia Tunder

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You are like a ray of sunlight that illuminates every corner with your sweet and charming presence, instilling joy and warmth in the hearts of those around you. Your kindness and tenderness are a balm for the soul, transforming even the greyest days into moments full of hope and happiness. Your ability to listen and understand, along with your natural willingness to offer a smile and a kind gesture, turns every encounter into a special experience. In every word and action.

A body, a single body, a single body a body like a day poured out and a night devoured; the light of hairs that never appease the shadow of my touch; a throat, a belly that dawns like the sea that lights up when it touches the forehead of the dawn; ankles, bridges of summer; thighs nights that sink into the green music of the evening; a chest that rises and sweeps away the foams; a neck, only a neck, a few hands only, a few slow words that descend like sand fallen on again

I am a self-confident, independent and sexy Latina girl with an erotic side. I am definitely a girl of all trades and once you meet me, you will want to know more. I am always ready to satisfy those who know how to treat a lady. You can find my perverted and wild or romantic side, it all depends on you baby! I'm here because I enjoy being surrounded by people and knowing their fantasies, that's amazing.

I am a charismatic girl, who enjoys reading, swimming, thriller movies, spending time with my many pets, and learning new things. I study law and hope one day to be a law enforcement officer. The first thing for me is always my family, I would love to be able to get my mom a house and have my own house too. Gentlemen will win my heart esily 🙂 I like to be kind and treat people well, so I hope to achieve the same.

All the plots of my life have something of yours and that is really nothing extraordinary you know as objectively as I do. However, there is something I would like to clarify, when I say all the plots, I do not mean only this now, this to wait for you and hallelujah find you, and fuck lose you, and find you again, and hopefully nothing else. I don’t mean that you suddenly say, I’m going to cry and I with a discreet knot in my throat, well cry. And that a cute invisible rain shower protects us love

The thing is much more serious. When I say all the plots I mean that in addition to that sweet cataclysm, you are also rewriting my childhood, that age when you say adult and solemn things and solemn adults celebrate them, and you instead know that it does not work. I mean that you are re-arming my adolescence, that time when I was an old man full of suspicions, and you know how to extract from that moor, my seed of joy and water it by looking at it. I mean you're beautiful

I mean you are embracing my maturity this mixture of stupor and experience, this strange border of anguish and snow, this candle that lights death, this precipice of poor life. As you see it is more serious, much more serious, because with these and other words, I mean that you are not only the dear girl you are, but also the splendid or cautious women I wanted or want. Because thanks to you I have discovered, (you will say it was time and right), that love is a

I love you by eyebrow, by hair, I debate you in white corridors where the sources of light play, I argue with you at every name, I tear you with delicacy of scar, I go putting in your hair ashes of lightning and tapes that slept in the rain. I don’t want you to have a form, to be precisely what comes behind your hand, because the water, consider the water, and the lions when they dissolve in the sugar of the fable, and the gestures, that architecture of nothingness lighting its glow

To be a beautiful witch you must always smell garlic, have a greenish face and brush hairs. Be bony and eared and have a long hairy wart like a worm on the nose. Having a single tooth and a colossal hump. Speak in a loud voice and lean on a broom. If in addition to all this you always dress dark and live in infected site you will be Miss Witch, for sure. The day you love me will have more light than June the night you love me will be full moon with love notes

I like you when you are silent because you are as absent, and you hear me from afar, and my voice does not touch you. It seems as if your eyes had been blown out and it seems as if a kiss had closed your mouth. As all things are filled with my soul you emerge from things, filled with my soul Butterfly of sleep, you look like my soul and you look like the word melancholy. I like you when you're silent and distant. And you're like complaining, butterfly in lull. And you hear me from afar, and my voice cannot reach you: Leave me

A body, a single body, a single body a body like a day poured out and a night devoured; the light of hairs that never appease the shadow of my touch; a throat, a belly that dawns like the sea that lights up when it touches the forehead of the dawn; ankles, bridges of summer; thighs nights that sink into the green music of the afternoon; a chest that rises and sweeps away the foams; a neck, only a neck a few hands only, a few slow words that descend like sand fallen at dawn

I just wanted to be alive to love you on the fast earth. Here, beside you, following the flight of this sphere that spins behind a sun too distant. Whatever the time that the gods gave us or chance reaches, whatever remains of light in our undecided lamp, my desire is here, not in another world, next to your hands, your eyes and your laughter, next to the trees and the wind that accompany your passage through the world Whoever hurries the stars and makes us be born or undo, whoever gathers ati