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harolrock
If I could keep all my dreams in a safe, she would have the key. In my memory, I photograph her distant, oblique and deep gaze, which makes one want to bring the body closer. The skin that wants to be marked by touch, at the subtle and electrifying meeting of mouths, tongues, hands, at the dawn of enchantments. It is revealed by the smile, contained, but shining. Bright as the stars. She is the sweetest discovery. It is everything that shows itself, even if in mystery, everything that inspires and, inwardly, shines. Her poetry is made between the lines. Words unsaid, but deeply felt. She has the manner and nature of a dream in the divine form of a woman. I wait for it as the poet longs for the verse; the night, by the dawn; the mouth, by the kiss; a lifetime for perfect love.
harolrock
She has a spell, something that envelops and intoxicates. It is subtle, provocative, striking. It's a lipstick brand, a soft perfume, a shiver on the skin. Her body is art, forms to be, much more than just desired, contemplated. Everything about her fills the eyes, makes the desires overflow. It's a delicious whisper in the ear, a moment of ecstasy, an uncontrollable desire to belong. When you least expect it, she took over. Captivating, sweet and passionate. Not more than a thousand words would describe a woman like her at the height. It only remains, therefore, to experience all the charms that it deliciously inspires. However, a clear warning: risk of falling in love is imminent.
