I feel how my eyes speak before my lips. In my eyes I have a soft but intense desire, one that I don't need to shout to ignite. When I rest my face in my hand, I let my sensuality flow effortlessly, free, safe, mine. In my calm there is something wild; in my softness, something that causes. I am quiet lust, freedom in every gesture... and I know that whoever looks at me can easily get lost in the depths of my eyes.