Do you think you understood me from a photo?
From a couple of phrases, from a look, from a half-smile?
No, darling. It was just an announcement.

I don’t give in the first time. I don’t dress in simplicity. I smell of evening, wine and mystery.
I don’t say “I love you” if it’s just interest. And I’m not interested in those who are afraid of complex women.

My touches — later. For now, I give you the text.
A phrase.
And a pause.

I want you to fall asleep thinking about what I would say now if I ...

Let's be honest.
You don't read me because you're looking for spiritual depth.
You want me to rip off the mask of pathos and whisper to you what they don't write in decent places....

So here it is:
I can be decent. But you don't want me like that.
You want me bold, naked to thoughts, to desire, to trembling.
You want me to write as if I were biting. So that the letters would scratch the skin of fantasies.

Look. Read. Imagine.
And then risk answering.
If you open this door —
you won't come back...

I am not just a woman. I am an emotion, a taste, a scent, a feeling. There is calm in me that can turn into fire… if there is someone nearby who knows how to ignite it.
I love when communication is sincere, touches are gentle, and looks are deep. I do not believe in ideals, but I do believe in coincidences. Such as the meeting of two people whose pulse quickens from one "hello".
My interests? Everything that is beautiful, alive and sensual: sunsets, good music, touches of souls and bodies.
My ch...

I am a woman who can light a spark in you that neither ice, nor logic, nor "do not disturb" mode can save.
Because it's not about looks, nor about standard phrases.
But about energy. In that very "click" after which you reread the message, smile... and can't help but respond.

I love flirting, where every word is like a touch.
I love it when a man is not afraid to be himself.
I love conversations where we both seem to have our finger on the pulse... but at the same time we play. Beautifully, sha...