I am not easy to read, and I do not intend to be. I carry in a beautiful chaos that not everyone knows how to understand. I like the deep, what is not said to the first, what is felt on the skin before passing through the words. I am at that stage where I begin to choose more clearly: what I want, what I want, what I do not intend. They ignite the minds they cause, the caresses that are not afraid, and the looks they hold. I am not interested in perfection. I am attracting the real, the intense, which leaves marks. I love to explore my limits, my emotions, my body ... without guilt, without fear, without rules imposed. I don't look for me to save me. I want who walk to my side, who dares to see me complete, even when I burn. ♥