She walks in silence, with a deep gaze, Where mystery hides, in every second. On her lips, a soft, almost shy smile, But in her heart, an infinitely liquid desire. Her steps are discreet, but leave a mark in the air, A subtle perfume that enchants the soul. With a soft speech, that gradually seduces, She is made of charm, of enigma and light. Shy in gesture, but bold in her gaze, She challenges the will of whoever lets themselves be carried away. She is a woman of a thousand faces, of secrets to reveal, With a touch of mystery that makes itself felt. She is like the night, that envelops in silence, Seductive and shy, no one can resolve. Because whoever knows her, gets lost in desire, And whoever does not understand her, will never understand. 🤍