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; 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.