SaraWeest

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Bonjour, my name is Sara, I'm 22 years old, I come from Colombia and I was born on May 15th. I love the animals. I like to walk and go to the parks with my pet. I like to travel, go to the beach, to the sea, in places where there's a lot of nature, where there's a lot of tranquillity..

My hobbies are playing football, cooking, walking, skating. I like to visit places, I would like to visit Greece, Rimini in Italy, I love them too, and the The United States is one of my favorite countries, France and finally Dubai, there are many other countries that I love, but it would be a long list 😅😅 I like all kinds of music, I am like a jukebox (I listen to EVERYTHING) I love dancing a lot, I am very happy to do it. I would like you to accompany me with a sensual dance and you end with sweet caresses

My love is in light clothing Among the apple trees, Where the lively breezes long the most To run in company. There, where the jovial breezes linger to court At the first leaves that pass, My love goes slowly, leaning Toward its shadow that extends on the grass. And where the sky is a clear blue cup Above the laughing earth, My love walks slowly, lifting His robe with a graceful hand. You'll come naked, with open arms I'll lay my head on your breasts You'll say the words I'm waiting for I'll sing sweet songs You'll promise seas and valleys and mountain peaks I'll be the father of your children You'll shine like lightning I'll become a star You'll be my bride, more beautiful than all the brides I'll sing George Ben's songs You'll have long hair I'll braid Mine You'll want a house in the country I'll build a house by the river You'll sometimes wear all the colors of the iris I'll always love you You'll want flowers I'll want a horse, a guitar And we'll never, ever, never work.

your life is your life don't let it be beaten up until wet submission stay vigilant there are exits there's a light somewhere it may not be a great light but conquer the darkness Stay vigilant the gods will offer you opportunities know how to seize them seize them we can not defeat death, but we can defeat death in life we can defeat death in life, sometimes and more often you will learn to do it more there will be light your life is your life Know it as long as you have it you are wonderful the gods are waiting to delight in you.

There are eyes that look, - there are eyes that dream, there are eyes that call, - there are eyes that wait, there are eyes that laugh, - pleasant laughter, there are eyes that cry, - with tears of sorrow, some inside, others outside.. They are like the flowers that the earth makes to grow. But your green eyes, my eternal Teresa, those who make your hand of grass, they look at me, they dream of me, they call me, they wait for me, they mock me laughing, pleasant laughter, they cry to me in tears of grief, of the earth within, of the earth. the outer earth. In your eyes I was born, your eyes believe me, I see in your eyes - the sun of my sphere, in your eyes I die, - my house and my sidewalk, your eyes my tomb, your eyes my earth.

When you come to love, if you have not loved, you will know that in this world it is the greatest and deepest of the pains of being both happy and unhappy. Corollaire: l'amour est un abîme d'ombre et de lumière, of poetry and prose of light and of shadow, of poetry and of prose, and where one does the most cherished thing which is to laugh and to weep at the same time. The worst, the most terrible thing is that it's impossible to live without him..

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I'm never without it. (Wherever I go you go my love; And wherever I do what I do alone it's because of you, my love). I'm not afraid of fate (because you're my destiny, my love). I don't want a world (because beautiful you are my world, my good). It's the deepest secret that no one knows.. (It is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope.. or that the mind can't hide it) It's the wonder that separates the stars I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)).

Au cœur de la mine la plus secrète, A l'intérieur du fruit le plus lointain, Dans la vibration de la note la plus discrète, Dans la conque spiralée et résonnante, Dans la couche de peinture la plus dense, Dans la veine qui, dans le corps, nous sonde le plus, Dans le mot qui parle le plus doucement, Dans la racine qui descend le plus, qui se cache le plus, Dans le silence le plus profond de cette pause, où la vie est devenue éternité, Je cherche ta main et je déchiffre la cause De vouloir et de ne pas croire, de la fin, de l'intimité.

You don't know at what point I need your voice; I need your look from these words that have always filled me, I need your inner peace; I need the light of your lips! I'm not! I can 't anymore... keep it up!. I.. I can't think of anything but you.. I need the flower of your hands the patience of all your acts of this justice that you inspire me because what has always been my spine my source of life is with the force of l'oubli.. I burned it; what I needed, I found it already, but when? I'm not! I miss you encore! I'm not!

If you love me, love me whole, not by shadows or light.. If you love me, love me in black and white, and gray, and green, and blond. , and brown.. Love me in the day, love me in the night.. And the dawn at the open window! .. If you love me, don't lower me: Love me all.. Or doesn't like me at all! Hang on to your dreams because if dreams die life is like a bird with broken wings unable to fly. Hold on to your dreams because if dreams disappear life is like a barren field covered with frost.

The femme qui a de beaux pieds ne peut jamais être laide the beauty tends to rise in her beauty by her callets et ses cuisses s'attarder dans le pubis qui a toujours été au-delà de tout canon entourant I name her comme one of those bells which, if on la presse, joue pour elisa pour réclamer les tétons Lubricated in attente pour entrouvrir les lèvres sans prononcer la salive et se laisser aimer par les yeux du miroir the femme qui a de beaux pieds sait se promener dans la tristesse The woman who has beautiful feet knows how to walk in sadness.

Two bodies are facing each other. Sometimes two waves and the night is ocean.. Two bodies face to face are sometimes two stones and the night is deserted. Two bodies face to face are sometimes roots in the night.. Two bodies face to face are sometimes knives and the light of night.. Two bodies face to face are two shooting stars in a blank sky. You undress like you were alone and suddenly you discover you're with me.. Comme je t'aime alors between the sheets and the cold! You start to flirt with me like you were a stranger and I make you a cour chérémonieuse et chaleureuse.. Je pense que je suis ton mari et que tu me trompes avec moi I thought that I was your husband and that you were cheating on me. And as we love each other, we laugh together, and we find ourselves alone in forbidden love. (After, when it's arrived, I've fear of you and I've got the chills).

Nous sommes tellement nus jusqu'à ce que nous perdions notre sexe sous le lit, nous sommes devenu so naked that the flies swore that we were dead. I've undressed you inside, I've undressed you so deeply that my orgasm has gone astray. We are so naked with each other that we feel burned, that 100 times the lava is returned to us..

I've been searching for days and nights to find you without finding the place where you sing You're lost in tears, night after night, I've been looking for you without finding the place where you cry. I think I know you're crying I just need to look in the mirror to know you're crying and you've cried for me You are the only one to save the tears and a shadow beggar You make him crowned king of your hand.

I thought of you, in your hair that the world of the shadow would send, and I've got a point of my life and I've wanted to dream that you were to me. I walk on the earth with high eyes, oh, my empressment, at such a height, that in a rage of rage or a miserable redness, the human creature lights them up.. Vivre: -This miserable search, this good farouche, and all l'être dans mon âme se reflète, Et cherchant sans foi, je meurs de foi..

Old age does not frighten her, her sensuality is coruscante, and her young and determined spirit encourages her to romance, under the faint moonlight their eyes scrutinize each other: the attraction is reciprocal! he is galant and expresses his desire his desire for another encounter, sexual attraction stirs the flame, his soul expires there *? there's no love, is it? but thanks to this experience, she looks at her image in the crystal and it returns a smile, mischievous

I can't silence the voice of this instant fire bird that appears in the dark glass so seductive whispering a hundred fires with my fingers, Come. If in the thirsty blue mirror my clumsy sheepskin becomes a lion, the cruel claw that floods the hot and foreign hollow will rip from its teeth a syllable from your heart, come. Let me sink on your balcony, let me exile myself every day among your kisses Let me break my stars into pieces of sun Let me be the color of your blood and your dreams, come, come. Your watch will be my burning cage Your moaning ears will fall with my sickle when I burst violently into your bowels I will be an orphan, I will be a father, I will be God, come, come, come. Knots untie in silence, dying abandoned without breath and without reason, the water sealed of all the wounded times, flowing, finally resting in a restorative sleep, Come, come. Let me sleep on your breast, let my ashes at this moment be an exception, let my murmurs be but a nocturnal gesture of the wind that contains a single word of love, Come.

I imagine you want to touch my lips slowly and come to my mouth. I imagine what you want and what makes you wet. Now, you imagine. Imagine that you make me wet and cum. Imagine what you make me feel in my body, in the cave hut where I'm serving my punishment.

You: chills; you, climbing my back with your fingers; you, climbing the pores of my being the pores of my being. and those of my skin too. You: accident; your hands touching my knees; your lips, hitting each of my curves. Your tongue in the darkness of my body, without fear of falling into my navel, or getting lost in the depths of my heart. My heart. You: thawing; your teeth on my neck biting a kiss; you, making my breasts and my chest yours: stimulating my breath. Your breathing tone that mists every mile of my body. You know my shortcuts my shortcuts. but you've always been the one who chose the longest way; to make me wait, to make me wait, to make my body convulse by kissing me from the end to the beginning of my legs. Enfin: Your fingers in my vagina making me believe that I'm responsible for global warming. Global warming. You: the fire; I never thought a fire on my skin would be so wet. I never thought a fire on my skin would be so wet. I never thought I'd be so wet.. I never thought I'd feel so much like burning.

Far from satisfying my desires, you alienate me in madness, it is torture that astonishes me, it is hunger that devours me, cell where I find your smile, nostalgic shadow hunter, you flee when you approach, you approach when you are enraged, and in my ghostly kisses of rose you take shelter, you light up alone, and you steal my bones from an old bear in heat, an embrace and a defeat, The alms of hollow kisses, the racing heartbeats, the dream of the dream that comes quickly comes to implore me that I melt in your naughty mouth, to cross you in this hour when you are my prey and I am your carnivorous presence, your voracious predatory goddess.

Come, I invite you into my life, I want to hear the sweet melody of your voice in my chamber... ♪ You're in my bed ♪. Let me quench these desires in your body, I want to be enchanted by your nakedness; drink from your fountain.. eat at your table. I want my hands to run on every part of your skin, I want my kisses and caresses to fill you; I want to awaken the desire that dwells in you. Come, I invite you into my life, I want to be the one who brings you pleasure, I want to be the one who makes you sigh.. I want to be the one who satisfies your desire for a woman.

I don't care if women have breasts like magnolias or sultanas; a peach or sandpaper complexion. I don't care if they wake up with an aphrodisiac or insecticide breath. or an insecticide breath. I am perfectly capable of bearing a nose that would win the first prize at a carrot exhibition; but it is just that! -and in this I am uncompromising - I will not forgive them, under any pretext whatsoever, for not knowing how to fly. If they can't fly, those who try to seduce me are wasting their time!

Tonight, I left the window open to let my thoughts fly And I drew suns in the night sky To light your way when you come. I've woven the trembling in your flowers and in your veins, I've stripped you of the time of rupture, I've drunk with lightness the poison of your parallel legs and in the sea of your hips I was captain. I murmured of ardeurs and of veilles, I was sentinel, at the blessed hour my name was a talisman, pauvre proie de ta bouche si affamée, gage sincère de ce sombre gardien. I painted your lips, your hives, your coins with colours, perfumed with the white orange blossom, I built promises with the flashes of the storm and your body, like the wind, I let myself be carried away..

I want to be the reason for your smile, the refuge in the storm, the clarity in the dark night, the awakening of your fantasies. I want to be your secret admirer, the one who, in the heat of the day, just looks at you and who, at night, satisfies your fantasies. I want to be the one who writes poems to your lips and your mouth, to your passionate desires, to the moisture of your skin.. I want to be, your placid fatigue, the one who awakens your desires and wet your desires, the stealthy lover.. your faithful companion.

you want to. I envy the hands that caress your body because they can climb along your shoulders and neck with divine caresses and tangle in your hair. Because they can touch the most tender places, because they can feel the voluptuousness of your breasts Because they can descend along your perfect belly and reach the corner of the exquisite truth and bring you the glory of infinite pleasure. Because I know in advance the distance that separates you from me, I can't help myself.. to envy these hands!

Undress me, 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, to drink on your thighs a breath of life and wet everything, and wet everything. You seduce me, you take me away in waste, in this display of obscene miracles, in which I plunge my lightning like a Zeus of lasciviousness, like a faceless god, looking for your shelter, to kiss your lips and wet everything, and wet everything. Take advantage of me, be my stigma of fire, the flower of my whims, the sea of my instincts, where my fugitive magma flows, breaks and I spring and I come out, I flood you and I fill your garden, your labyrinth, where I lose myself and hide myself to ignite you and wet everything, and wet everything.

My tactic is to watch you learn as you are to love you as you are my tactic is to talk to you and listen to you to build with words an indestructible bridge my tactic is to stay in your memory I don't know how and I don't know either under what pretext but to stay in you my tactic is to be frank and to know that you are frank and that we don't sell simulacres so that between us there is no curtain or abyss my strategy is on the other hand deeper and simpler simpler my strategy is that one day I don't know how and I don't know either under what pretext finally you need me.

I'll take it, first a foot, then the other.. I admire your beauty, your works, the port of paradise, I moisten it.. I'm thirsty for you, hungry for your breasts. Mes mains montent tandis que ma bouche descend, you bite your lips, I feel that you love ça et j'ai envie d'arrêter. Your skin is soft like a satin cloth, I feel the touch of your fingers, I carry them to your mouth, I moult them and they enter to give you pleasure, doucement, lentement, then I increase the speed. I stop and I kiss you, I feel your sighs and the desire for something more, I penetrate you again, I feel your nails on my back, I hear your groans like whispers in my ears, I get excited, I envy you more and more.. I want to finish, let's do it together.. And we reached the top, I discovered a little more paradise as it rained on top..

My land? You are my land. My people? My people are you. Banishment and death for me are where you are not. What about my life? Tell me, my life, what is it, if not you? I give you this flower hug that now surrounds your waist I engraved it with the freshest of my thoughts With the immense love that others might want It's up to me / you to make it shine That its glow does not die His language.

Thinking of you.. Skin to skin. I breathe the smell of your body and I feel your hands that caress me. I feel them running on me, hot to the touch. Our lips meet.. You're eating.. You play.. in the tongues.. All of them... My hands are searching for your breasts that are sinking in my chest.. My fingers are enjoued on your nipples, and the gems of your lips are springing forth... You're laying me down and I feel your wet sex swallow my bite. Your moves with your movements are sweet and your breasts demand my kisses. I devour them while your pelvis accelerates their movement. I feel your sex contract. It is gémissements montent. I feel you joir et jaillir, I deverse myself, making silence my groans in joignant thy lips to mine.

With my texts, I fornicate your mind as my body would. You read me, you think of me and your body reacts. You feel my hands running over you, filling your breasts, your sex. You feel my fingers, my mouth feeding on the juices you exude imagining that it is I who owns you. And you offer me to me, and in your spirit I possess you. With these letters alone, I make you mine as I desire it so much.

I looked at your hands and made up stories of voltiges on my breasts, the softest touches between my thighs. Instantly petals and feathers came in an unexpected rain to wet my senses. That's how I learned to be eternally thirsty for honeycombs, while I looked at your hands. Angry my desire tangled between your fingers as a warm sea bathed me in a windless dawn.

If your flesh in my hands is resurrected, if your voice is so liquid in my mouth and I drink you inviting you to ecstasy so that you foam in my rock. If my tongue draws, traces and screams on your skin a sea of thirst that invokes a bird's insanity that chirping and takes its flight and its gift when it touches you. No, there will be no mercy in this war because there is no resurrection without our "little death" that gives us life, and I would like to be your land first your banner, your sign and your obsession and love you without reason and without measure.