SashaMorettii

I am a person of deep contrasts, a canvas in constant evolution where raw strength and subtle sensitivity coexist.. I don't believe in molds or static definitions; that's why my way of dressing changes with the wind of my moods, using clothing as a declaration of freedom and an extension of my own creativity.. In my world, the rebellious and defiant energy of punk, rock, and metal doesn't compete with the delicacy of anime or the contemplation of a beautiful sunset; on the contrary, they complement each other.. Esa misma dualidad me define: I can resonate with the distortion of an electric guitar, and the next minute, be moved by the peace of the sea, the respect for animals, and the warmth of an honest conversation about everyday life.. I greatly enjoy sensory pleasures, from the perfect harmony of Japanese cuisine and the comforting embrace of Italian food, to the art of the spoken word.. For me, poetry is not just something that is read, it is something that is lived and felt in the skin.. I am passionate about exploring beauty in all its forms, including eroticism as the ultimate expression of human connection, desire, and freedom.. This biography is a reflection of who I am: fire, calm, music, and verse.. - The trace of your fingers. The night dresses itself in rock and shadows, while your mouth on my neck names the cursed verses that no one wrote.. Your hands, with the urgency of punk coursing through your veins, are slowly breaking all my chains, in a wild rhythm that my body understands.. There is a hidden poetry in your fiery mouth, which incites me to get lost, to enter your game, where the only compass is your skin next to mine.. I shed the world, its clothes, its names, so that in the refuge of your arms, you may be amazed at how my flesh seeks you and guides you.. - Tidal Wave of Desire Like the sea that strikes the rock with force, your body seeks me, embraces me, forces me to forget language and to speak with my skin.. You are the sunset that dazzles my eyes, the one that awakens the sweetest cravings, with a taste of tide, ash, and honey.. Your tongue draws a path of summer, calming the waves of this eternal cold, traversing the maps that I keep secret.. Beads of sweat, a suspended moan, in the perfect collision of two fused bodies, where time stands still and the world is perfect.. - Verses on the skin I look at you in the twilight, a sacred silhouette, like an ancient manga with a drawn line, where each caress is an ancestral art.. My fingers seek you, find you, assault you. We have too many hours, but not enough words, in this delirium of animal instinct.. You are the densest and darkest melody, the erotic poem that heals my sanity, the ultimate bite that I want to taste.. I surrender to your hands, I ignite in your pyre, while the universe silently watches us, and we finally let ourselves be carried away..