My romantic fantasies are not simple fairy tales ... They are stories that are written with skin, sighs and intense looks. I imagine in a place where time stops, with someone who knows how to touch me beyond the body
I am a black woman, Latin even in the way of walking, with the soul wrapped in rhythm and fire. My skin is roasted caramel to the sun, and my Afro -hair is a universe that dances with the wind - salvage, beautiful, without asking permission. I am thin, yes, but my curves have their own language ... and they know how to speak it very well.
I love to flirt, not for play, but because I enjoy the art of seducing with a smile, with a look that says more than a thousand words. I know what I am worth, and I like them to notice. There is something in me that cannot be explained - he only feels. I am that delicious mixture of sweetness and mischief, of elegance and fire. And when I enter a room ... believe me, it shows.