I like them when they look at me as if it were a secret ... and when they treat me as if they knew how to keep it. I am soft fire, skin with intention and words that touch. I don't need to shout to listen to me, or run to follow me. I only know how to be, with all that implies.
What I like most is to feel how a look can go through me without touching me, losing myself in a conversation that lights and ends it with a kiss that trembles on my lips. I love safe hands, the hugs that catch and the nights where time does not matter.