Anastasiia

Dark hair, like midnight, and a look in which it is easy to drown. I am a cocktail of passion, intelligence and warm irony. I can be different: I can light a fire in my eyes at dinner by candlelights or silently hug at three in the morning when the whole world is silent. My body loves touch, and my soul is sincere conversations before dawn. I don't play - I feel. I am not looking for fleeting, but the present: so that trembling on the skin is from the voice, and not just from the hands.

He is not just a man, he is the energy from which he causes his breath. Strong, but not rude. Confident, but without pathos. His words caress no less than touch. He knows how to read between the lines, to hear even silence. With him - it is safe to be yourself: beautiful, vulnerable, fiery. He is not afraid of the depths of feelings, does not run away from passion and is not lost in silence. His kiss begins with respect, and ends with trembling knees. I want to not get lost with this - but to be again and again.