My description is : They say I have the kind of eyes that get lost in daydreams and lips that remember secrets I haven’t whispered yet. I live in the soft chaos between poetry and touch, letting each moment become a quiet promise you feel under your skin. I don’t just want you to watch me—I want you to feel me, in the pauses, in the breath you catch when you forget where you are, in the spark you didn’t know you were missing.
I like: I love slow teasing glances, gentle curiosity, and words that slide over my skin like warm rain. I adore it when someone sees me, not just with their eyes, but with their mind, letting every exchange turn into a dance of tension and soft craving.
I don't like: I don’t like rudeness or rushing things. I need space for softness, for small moments, for playful tension that can build quietly without demands
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