KatieSantana

Take my clothes off, tie the night to my eyes, today I want to be blind, today I want to be deaf, I want to see you with my hands I want you to be for me alone, drink from your thighs a bite of life and wet it all, and wet it all. You seduce me, you abduct me in waste, in this display of obscene miracles, in which I drive my lightning like a Zeus of lust, like a faceless god, seeking your shelter, to kiss your lips and wet it all, and wet it all. Enjoy me, be my fire stigma, the flower of my whims, the sea of my instincts, where my fugitive magma pours out, breaks and I sprout and come out and flood you and fill your garden, your maze, where I get lost and hide to light you and wet everything, and wet everything.

Tonight I left the window open so my thoughts could fly away, and I drew suns in the night sky so they would light your steps as you came in.. And I weave tremors in your flowers and veins, I strip you of times to break, I drink lightly the poison of your parallel legs and in the sea of your hips I was captain. I whispered ardor and vigil, I was sentinel, in the hour of wound my name was talisman, poor prey of your mouth so hungry, sincere display of this dark guardian. I painted your lips, your hives, your corners with white saffron scent, I made promises with storm splinters and by your body, like the wind, I let myself go.

You like my look?

❤️❤️❤️ Hello, sweetie. how are your days? Would you like to have some time together in private?

We could have a lot of fun..

She was shaving it, some pretty one, all rolled up to her belly button, legs wide open, and sitting in a wide, spacious chair. Looking at him she was very joyful, after she had been shaved very well, and being mocking, careless, she stuck her finger in the thing. And as he wagged his hips, the used bait responding, a certain taste gave him afterwards. But when he knew it was not true, he said, "Oh, dear! What am I doing?! That this is not the firewood».

Your fiery gaze, your feline gait, your hands like warm roses, your heart of night and summer, emerge from its retreat, source of gloomy insomnia, illusion, delusion of unconscious wings, to be fertile ground in spring and destination of my nameless ships, murky sailing ships that rise softly and slowly By the eternal wound of your abyss. And I dress in storms, drunk with pilgrim's dreams to conquer your arrogant battlements with my claws wrapped in soft clusters to board and make mine your horse to be nail and flesh with you on this perfect night, in this haunted mirage, of winds and damp deliveries, of sweets And arms in the precipice, that with passion sink and bury root in fold that fills the void of your dead absences, of your bed that is already mine..

Have a good day

How are you, man?

you love the moon as much as I do?.

quiet, deaf, silent moon night; tame with your beats my tormented soul.

Hello darling, would you like to make me some company?

Hello, sweetie. so long, like these? you would like to meet us in a private show. I'd love it was just you and me. a glass of wine, and just enjoy the beautiful time.

What do you think of the idea?

you knew that. Sometimes we coincide looking at the moon.

you like nature? I love her. and the photos in public? you like?.

I love life so much. I love feeling the sun sticking to my face, I love feeling the breeze when I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

I love to feel how my body warms up when I dance salsa, I LOVE TO LIVE.

I love both the sunrise and the sunset. I wish the eyes had cameras to capture such beautiful moments.
 

Wbu darling? I just came back from the gym, a little tired. but I'm still ready to continue doing cardio together.

I love the glow of your eyes. almost as much as I love to get branded looking at the moon.

  remembering is easy for the one who has memory. forgetting is hard for the one who has heart.