TokyShaPopola

I imagine myself in a quiet place, where the air feels thick and warm, and every touch, every touch, has a deep meaning. I imagine looks that don't need to be spoken, that convey a complicity that can only be understood in silence.
I am small, with a delicate figure that sometimes seems a secret to be discovered. My skin is soft, as if every corner of it had been designed to be caressed. My curves are not pronounced, but in their subtlety they hide a promise that only those who know how to look can really understand. My hands, small and thin, run along my narrow waist, stopping for a moment on the slight contour of my hips..