Sometimes, in the stillness of the night, my thoughts run wild and I find myself imagining a world where the senses awaken slowly, one by one. In my fantasies, there is no rush. Everything happens in its own time, every gesture and touch feeling like a de
When you look at me, you may find yourself trapped in that gaze, as if you wanted to know all the secrets I keep. My laughter, soft and sincere, becomes a melody that, unintentionally, can fill any space with warmth.
My skin has a warm tone, like the light of the sunset, and when the sun caresses me, it seems that everything stops, as if each ray wanted to leave its mark on me. My hair, long and in soft waves, falls naturally over my shoulders, moving with the breeze as if it had a life of its own.