A southern love
of turquoise and ruby, wind and sand.

Passion.
Passion.
Passion.

Rose in the desert
A light gazelle and a wild tiger.

Waves of elegance, in a sea of sensuality.

Real. Extremely real.

Inexplicable reasons drive me here.
Irrational impulses.
A need for adventure, desire, sexual desire from deep inside…

Attraction to the forbidden.
rebellion to escape our fairly organized existence.

I have a pretty succesfull career, still, I want to meet you.
And feel my body with you.

--Why poetic?

Within the literary genres, poetry is based in embellishing, poetry is expressive, rhythmic, precious. So is my idea of poetic pleasure. I can be soft and tender; wild and extreme, kinky and dirty, or lovely and sweet; fulfilling fantasies or romance. Rhythmic, feeling your heartbeat and your breath.

--Mutual and real

Mutual exchange. You and me. I am real, I will not fake anything, you will meet me trully and I will give myself to you. I want to make you fly, that is my dream. Only then can I fly too.

--Extreme Discretion
This is my secret. My adventure. It is a paralel excitement, not my profession. I have a quite successfull career, therefore, I strongly demand extreme caution and discretion in absolutely everything related to me.

I want to feel the excitement of meeting you, not knowing you, the unknown, the hidden and forbidden pleasure