SalomettX

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

I want to apologize to all women I have called pretty before I 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's your spirit that has crushed mountains. From now on, I'll say things like you're resilient or you're extraordinary, not because I think you're not pretty, but because you're 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 carefully swung 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 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 you go 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 its 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's 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 loud. 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

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'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! I've never been to a church before, but I've always been in love with the church and I've always been proud of it, and I've always been proud of the people I've met and the people I've met. Lots of hugs and kisses!

783 / 5.000 If you can make me laugh you will take a special place in my heart.. I'm a very active person, I like to play sports and I love to eat. I love to read and I love to play tennis... 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.

If you are cool I'm cool, if you are disrespectful I'll be disrespectful too. I'm not going to be a good person, but I'm not going to be a bad person because I'm not a good person. The series features a variety of characters, from the common to the nasty and dangerous. I hope you enjoy it and I hope 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. I love to explore the world around us and immerse 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. She is a very loving and caring person, 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'm 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's 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 build slowly 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.. 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's 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.. If you are ready to dive into an ocean of passion and desire, I am here to make all your hottest fantasies come true!

She was shaving it, some pretty one, all rolled up to her belly button, legs wide open, and sitting in a wide, spacious chair. Looking at him she was very joyful, after she had been shaved very well, and being mocking, careless, she stuck her finger in the thing. And as he wagged his hips, the used bait responding, a certain taste gave him afterwards. But when he knew it was not true, he said, "Oh, dear! What am I doing?! That this is not the firewood».

I dreamed of a maiden who slept with a gentleman whom she loved tenderly, and in whom everything was diligent and careless none had. But she was in pain. She kept herself in wait, saying, 'What will people say about me? , in fact fulfilled his accident, giving both auction to his porfia. The gallant kissed her and embraced her warmer than a burning wood; the sweetness to pour did not begin, when he awoke, and said to the dream: To last a little longer, what cost you, for for me it was no small pleasure?”

I dreamed of a maiden who slept with a gentleman whom she loved tenderly, and in whom everything was diligent and careless none had. But she was in pain. She kept herself in wait, saying, 'What will people say about me? , in fact fulfilled his accident, giving both auction to his porfia. The gallant kissed her and embraced her warmer than a burning wood; the sweetness to pour did not begin, when he awoke, and said to the dream: To last a little longer, what cost you, for for me it was no small pleasure?”

But the time of revenge is coming, and I love you. Body of skin, moss, milk eager and firm. Ah the vessels of the chest! Ah the eyes of absence! Oh the roses of the pubis! Oh your slow and sad voice! Body of my wife, I will persist in your grace. My thirst, my boundless thirst, my undecided path! Dark channels where eternal thirst follows, and fatigue follows, and endless pain.

I think about your sex. Simplified the heart, I think of your sex, before the mature son of the day. I feel the button of happiness, it's in season. And an old feeling dies degenerated into brain. I think of your sex, groove more prolific and harmonious than the womb of the shadow, even though death conceives and aborts God himself. Oh Consciousness, I think, yes, in the free brute who enjoys where he wants, where he can. Oh honey scandal of the twilights. Oh mute rumble. Odumodneurtse!

And you tell me that your breasts are worn out from waiting for me, that your eyes hurt from having them empty of my body, that you've lost even the touch of your hands from feeling this absence through the air, that you forget the warm size of my mouth. And you tell me that you know I bleed in the words of repeating your name, of beating my lips with thirst to have you, of giving to my memory, recording it blindly, a new way to rescue you in kisses from the absence in which you scream to me that you are waiting for me. And you tell me that you are so made for this uninhabited leisure of my flesh that hardly your shadow is revealed, that hardly you are certain in this darkness that the distance puts between your body and mine.

Because it is not the impatience of the orgasm seeker who pulls me from the body to other bodies to be possibly young: I also pursue the sweet love, the tender love to sleep next to and that brightens my bed when awakening, close as a bird. ¡If I can never undress, if I have never been able to enter into an arms without feeling - even if it is nothing more than a moment equal dazzling than at twenty years! To know of love, to learn it, to have been alone is necessary. And it is necessary in four hundred nights - with four hundred different bodies - to have made love. That its mysteries, as the poet said, are of the soul, but a body is the book in which they are read. And so I'm glad I rolled over the thick sand, both half-dressed, while I was looking for that shoulder tendon. I am moved by the memory of so many occasions.

Writing a poem is like an orgasm: it stains the ink as much as the semen, it also stains more sometimes. There are evenings, however, when I touch the words, bite their breasts and their agile legs, lift their skirts with my fingers, look at them from below, do the usual thing to them, and, despite everything, see: nothing happens! Cesar Vallejo put it very well: “I say it and I don’t run.” But he concealed

You know the calm self, the harmless flirtatious, daytime, musical self. Who knows when the malicious, viperine, vengeful one will emerge. But I know you both are into sex. And they smell like fingers.

Inhabit me, penetrate me. Let your blood be one with my blood. Your mouth between my mouth. Your heart enlarges mine until it bursts. Tear me off. You fall whole into my bowels. Let your hands be in my hands. Your feet walk on my feet, your feet. It's burning me, it's burning me. Give me your sweetness. Bath me your saliva the palate. Be in me as the wood is in the stick. That I can't do it anymore, with this thirst burning me. With this thirst burning me. The loneliness, its crows, its dogs, its pieces

In chasing me, World, what interest you? What do I offend you by, when I only try to put beauty in my understanding and not my understanding in beauty? I do not value treasures or riches; and so, I am always more pleased to put riches in my thought than not my thought in riches. And I do not value beauty which, when overcome, is the civil spoil of the ages, nor do I delight in fementied wealth, having it better, in my truths, to consume the vanities of life than to consume life in vanities.

Nothing better to sing life, and even to give smiles to death, than the golden cup where Venus pours the blue essence of her burning vine. For breathing the perfumes of Armida and for sipping the wine of her kiss, wine of ardor, of kiss, of enchantment, he went to heaven in the beast of Orlando, voice of gold and honey to say singing: the best muse is the one of flesh and bone! [.]

Mujer: you the virtuous, and you the cynical, and you the indifferent or the wicked; Let's look at each other without fear and in the eye: We know each other well. Let's do the math. Under armor we walk: if we have the soul to spare, we cut it off; if it does not fill, By diminishing, the armor, then, we fill it: With the armor we always walk on our backs. Fierce armor! But keep it. If one day you tried to destroy it, From the mere effort of throwing it away You would remain like me, well dead.

And he has traveled nights and days, yes, many days, and many nights. Always stopping at different stations, always with a muddy desire, to get down too, to stay too, oh, forever to leave again with the soul torn, to always sleep again on endless journeys

I can write the saddest verses tonight. Thinking I don't have it. Feeling that I lost her. Hear the night immense, more immense without it. And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the grass. What mattered that my love couldn't keep her. The night is starry and she's not with me. That's all. In the distance someone sings. In the distance. My soul is not content to have lost her.

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