There is something tender in its essence, a closeness that comforts... but at the same time, a subtle spark that ignites the imagination.

I love the mix between tenderness and desire, that feeling that everything flows naturally, without , but with a clear intention.

I don't like what is or what loses the magic of what is natural. It pushes me away when there is no connection, when everything becomes automatic or without real intention. Sensuality, for me, stops being attractive when it feels empty, without emotion or without that foreplay that awakens desire.