MissaYagamii

And if they told you that the sun will not rise this morning, would you believe them? If I told you my world is over, would you understand me? If I tell you I need you, it's because without you I'm suffering If I told you I don't love you, I'd be lying to you.

I want to be yours.

and feel as your strong hands, run through my body,

making me fragile, making me pure.

Make your lips erase the traces of the past,

make me forget that once my lips for another were kissed.

I'll invent new kisses, new caresses, for you will be born new delusions,

new sighs.

I want to be yours and my body for you, become pure.

From your lips a spring will be born and with them,

forever my thirst you will quench from my lips honey will be born

and with them, forever you will feed.

Make me fragile, make me pure, 'cause I just want to be yours

and with your strong hands you'll squeeze me against your chest,

I'll feel your beats and you'll feel mine

Oh and I'll shake and shake

when I feel your body on mine,

making me yours

and only yours

Very near my end, I bless you, life, because you never gave me failed hope, nor unjust labors, nor undeserved sorrow; for I see at the end of my rough road that I was the architect of my own destiny; for if I extracted the honey or gall from things, it was because I put gall or savoury honey in them: when I planted rose bushes, I always reaped roses. .True, my freshness will be followed by winter, but you did not tell me that May would be eternal! I doubtless found the nights of my sorrows long; But you didn't just promise me good nights; And instead I had some saintly serene ones.. I loved, I was loved, the sun stroked my face. ¡Life, you owe me nothing! Life, we are at peace!

To love is to be aware of our own madness, it is when we come together to form a single mixture, of equality and difference. If love were a disease, it would be one of those without a cure.

As I am a queen and was a beggar, I now live in pure tremor that you will leave me, and I ask you, pale, every hour: “Are you still with me? Oh, don't go away! I would like to make the marches smiling and trusting now that you have come; but even in sleep I am afraid and I ask between dreams: "Have you not gone??»

The sun shall be darkened for ever, the sea shall be dried up in a moment, the world's axis shall be broken as a broken glass. All will be well, death may cover me with its mournful crescent, but never in me can the flame of your love be quenched..

We must recognize that what really makes you happy is self-love and not loving another person.

I'm not talking about revenge or forgiveness; forgetting is the only revenge and the only forgiveness.

This light, this fire that devours, this grey landscape that surrounds me, this pain for a single idea, this anguish of heaven, world and time, this cry of blood that decorates lyre without pulse anymore, lubrica tea, this weight of the sea that strikes me, this alacrán that by my chest dwells, are garland of love, bed of wounded, where without sleep, I dream your presence among the ruins of my sunken chest. And though I seek the summit of prudence give me your heart valley stretched with cicuta and passion of bitter.

The sun may be clouded forever; the sea may dry up in a moment; the axis of the earth may be broken like a fragile glass. It's all going to happen! Death may cover me with its mourning crest, but never in me can the flame of your love be extinguished..

I have committed the worst sin a man can commit.. I haven't been happy. Let the glaciers of oblivion drag me and lose me, mercilessly. My parents begat me for the risky and beautiful game of life, for earth, water, air, fire. I let them down.. I wasn't happy.. Fulfilled was not his young will. My mind was applied to the symmetrical porphyria of art, which weaves together narriaries. I inherited courage. I wasn't brave.. He won't leave me. Always by my side The shadow of being a miserable man.

To be placenta and irrigated with fetal desire Your first sip, trapped in your lungs: pools of molecular oxygen Pez that drips sweat, sweat that drips deformed beats erupting in your inexperienced lips Being in you when you weren't

Sometimes I feel like being corny to say, "I love you madly". Sometimes I feel like being a fool to scream, "I love her so much!" Sometimes I wish I was a kid to cry curled up in her bosom. Sometimes I want to be dead to feel, under the damp soil of my juices, that a flower grows breaking my chest, a flower, and say:.

The sun is a globe of fire, the moon is a purple disc. A white dove lands on the tall, centuries-old cypress. The myrtle paintings look like dusty hairy wilted. The garden and the quiet afternoon!. Sounds the water in the marble fountain.

You will never understand what I love you because you sleep in me and you are asleep. I hide you crying, chased by a voice of piercing steel. The norm that shakes flesh and light as well already pierces my sore chest and the muddy words have bitten the wings of your severe spirit. Group of people jump in the gardens waiting for your body and my agony on horses of light and green mane. But keep sleeping, my life.

Love of my bowels, living death, in vain I wait for your written word and I think, with the flower that withers, that if I live without me I want to lose you. The air is immortal. The inert stone neither knows the shadow nor avoids it. Inner heart does not need the icy honey that the moon pours. But I suffered you. I tore my veins, tiger and dove, over your waist in a duel of bites and lily-of-the-valley. Fill, then, with words my madness or let me live in my serene night of the soul forever dark.

Oh, sunflower seer, oh yellow seed, your name fits in one syllable, said the poet Oh, father of mythologies, the dream of light produces forms, said the painter If the eye was not solar, how could it see the light? said the poet If light were not the master of color, how could it paint your eyes? In the great pyramid of Giza the sun rises every day, in the East of your eyes the night sets every morning, said the poet The sun does not set on the horizon, the sun does not know night, the one that darkens is the eye, said the painter

And it happened. It passed by like those things we expect, like the things we feel the most, and like the things we love the most. And it seemed distant. It looked like a dawning star, like a bouquet of roses hanging from the sky. And it came. came a day overflowing with joy, like a majestic and racing wandering bird. Running trails against the world and the sky, crossing time on wind paths.

I think about your sex. Simplified heart, I think of your sex, before the ripe son of the day. I feel the button of happiness, it's in season. And an old feeling degenerates into sanity. I think of your sex, furrow more prolific and harmonious than the belly of the shadow, though death conceives and stops of God himself. Oh Conscience, I think, yes, of the free brute who enjoys where he wills, where he can. Oh, the honey scandal of the twilight. Oh, the silent roar.

They've come. They invade the blood. They smell of feathers, of lack, of crying. But you feed fear and loneliness like two small animals lost in the desert. They have come to set fire to the age of sleep. A goodbye is your life. But you embrace yourself like the crazy serpent of movement that finds only itself because there is no one. You cry under your weeping, you open the chest of your desires, and you are richer than the night. But it's so lonely that words commit suicide

In the heart of the city, among vibrant alleys and spice-flavored cafes, you'll find me, a 21-year-old Latina who radiates curiosity and charm. My light hair falls in soft waves around my face, highlighting hazel eyes full of sparkle and mystery. With my complicity smile, I am an explorer of life, always seeking to unravel the unknown with an intriguing blend of intelligence and sensuality.

I'm not just a spectator of life; I'm a creator of experiences.. My passion for intellectual seduction has led me to immerse myself in the art of words and erotic stories, becoming a skilled wish-teller.. My stories, cautious and sensual, are like a journey that awakens the senses and turns reality into a stage where fantasy blossoms.. My hair falls in cascades of ebony around my face, framing my hazel eyes that seem to have the power to penetrate the soul.. Every look is a universe of secrets and promises, every smile is an invitation to discover the unknown.. With my presence radiating magnetism, she presents me as a passionate explorer of life, always eager to unravel the mysteries that lie hidden in the fabric of the universe..

In my world, every encounter is an opportunity to learn, discover and delight.. I love being seduced by the intelligence, the words and the erotic stories that make my imagination an ocean of emotions and sensations.. The adventure of exploring unknown terrain is my standard, and I'm eager to expand my horizons beyond the known boundaries.. I rise like a muse of sensuality, a magnetic force that emanates an aura of mystery and fascination.. My presence is like a magnet that attracts all eyes, leaving in its wake a trail of desire and admiration.. With every move, I ignite the flame of desire, awakening the senses and rekindling the passion in those privileged to be near me..

The night becomes my accomplice as I imagine a meeting scene: a deserted beach under the moonlight. With aromatic oils and the gentle sea breeze, the fantasy of sensual massages is intertwined with the play of rubbing and whispering in the warm water. This story, which I have created in my mind, becomes an invitation, a statement of my desire to explore the sensuality of the unknown.. In my universe of sensuality and fantasy, I am the undisputed master, guiding those who follow me down paths of ecstasy and pleasure.. Every gesture, every look, is an invitation to explore the darkest and most tempting corners of human desire, where taboos become the fuel for adventure and exploration..

My adventure into new territory, my eroticism merges with sensuality, creating a charming balance.. My curiosity guides her to a universe where fantasy becomes reality, and where every moment is an opportunity to discover unexplored pleasures.. My ability to blend sensuality with emotional depth creates a unique atmosphere, where each story is an invitation to explore the deepest, darkest corners of humanity.. With every step I take, I leave an indelible mark on the hearts of those around her, inspiring admiration and devotion in equal measure..

With my friendly, energetic personality, he finds beauty in authentic connection.. My desire to experience the sensuality of life drives me to open myself to the most tender and passionate nuances of intimacy.. On the canvas of my encounters, I am the artist and muse, weaving stories that go beyond reality and exploring the desires that linger deep within my being.. Every word that comes out of my lips is like a charming spell that envelops the listener, transporting him to a realm where the boundaries between reality and imagination fade, leaving only the pure essence of pleasure and passion..

In my quest for new experiences, I am open and willing to explore the world of fetishes, without prejudice or taboos. My curiosity drives me to discover and enjoy unknown terrain, guided by someone willing to share and teach..

So am I, a 21-year-old Latina woman who carries with her the magic of the unexplored, ready to turn every encounter into a unique and sensual experience. Would you dare to be part of my journey, to explore with me the most secret corners of passion and fantasy?

You were born and you were my great treasure I saw you grow, enjoy every moment by your side, every anecdote was like gold. I heard your first words and at every moment I could enjoy my golden-haired child. You grew up, you became a whole young girl full of life, of so many illusions for you the world was the color of roses. Many situations have passed through your life. Many of them have marked your life, marked your being.. I wanted to take care of you, to keep you so that nothing will mark your being.. You're a woman now. Life has been marking you. I'd like to keep protecting you, but you're a woman.. Looking for my protection, my golden-haired girl. I just want you to know that I'll always be there. You'll have my support, you'll have all my love.. You made your own decisions and you left but above all you're still my golden-haired girl..

Beauty of woman, beauty that gives life, will never be hidden: always can be seen; beauty that is pleasure, because it gives you joy with subtle harmony and an honest will: beauty so divine, and at the same time so vibrant, so sweet and exquisite and also intoxicating; beauty that prompts you to always look ahead. 

I dreamed of a maiden who slept with a gentleman whom she loved tenderly, and in whom everything was diligent and careless none had. But she was in pain. She kept herself in wait, saying, 'What will people say about me? , in fact fulfilled his accident, giving both auction to his porfia. The gallant kissed her and embraced her warmer than a burning wood; the sweetness to pour did not begin, when he awoke, and said to the dream: To last a little longer, what cost you, for for me it was no small pleasure?”

Woman's body, white hills, white thighs, you look like the world in your surrender attitude. My wild peasant body undermines you and makes the son jump from the bottom of the earth. I was alone like a tunnel. From me the birds fled and into me the night entered its powerful invasion. To survive I forged you like a weapon, like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling. But the time for revenge has come, and I love you. Of a fat content, by weight, exceeding 13%. Oh, the breast glasses! Ah the eyes of absence! Oh, the pubes! Ah, your slow, sad voice! Body of my woman, I will persist in your grace. My thirst, my boundless yearning, my indecisive path! Dark channels where eternal thirst follows, and fatigue follows, and infinite pain.

¡Oh, lady, elegant lady in black, who radiates singular sympathy everywhere, a beautiful, intelligent and capable woman, of tender gaze and purity of soul. The flowers surrender to your royal fragrance, the poet is inspired to create verse, the moon flashes and becomes romantic, and the common people stand at the feet of his highness. Your presence radiates total admiration, and the mirror becomes jealous of your beauty, you are the candle that lights the darkness and the irreplaceable source of your lovely family..

¡Oh, what a labor it is to love you as I love you for your love hurts my air, my heart and my hat. Who would buy me this chisel I have and this sadness of white thread, to make scarves?

Thinking too much weakens your own imagination.

. In my room we can talk about anything.. We can reire. We can get hot with stocks, bonds, or vibrations that will make me naked, wet, and horny.. En mi show Privado: I can caress myself, penetrate myself with vibrating toys or hands GP, JOI, CEI, exchanges, humiliation, teasing, custom-made dresses and lingerie, striptease and many other fantasies of this kind. En mi show Exclusivo: You're already alone with me, no one can get into this show. fountain, saliva games, more fanciful paper, raw words, submission or domination

Lo que no practico: The fist, Coprophilia is too manic. Inserting foreign objects I'm not an oven at all 😉

favoritos: It's an easy way to find me, especially that in favorites you'll know if I'm online or not. I send you little information such as my absences, contests and bolder photos than in my bio. Everyone is welcome in my room, however, I will eject without hesitation; the ones who disrespect me, the ones who ask without playing, the ones who are nasty and the ones who are insulting.

Mi presencia en vivo:

Lunes: 14:00pm y 21:00pm.

Martes:14:00pm y 21:00pm

Wednesdays: 14:00 and 21:00

Jueves: 14:00pm y 21:00pm

Viernes: 14:00pm y 21:00pm

Sabado: 14:00pm y 21:00pm

Domingo: 14:00pm y 21:00pm

French time