AlishaReyes

My description is : My hair is a jet-black cascade that falls to my waist. My neck is swan-like, yet it awaits not merely a glance, but a confident “Don’t move.” In motion, I am a flowing flame: a tango, a waltz, or simply a stroll along the waterfront on your arm. I was made to be led. But only by those worthy of that privilege. I value calm authority in men: when the voice is low, the words are few, and the actions are decisive. Compliments to me are like music for a dance: without them, the rhythm is lost. But be careful: I let clichés go in one ear and out the other. Promise me you’ll make me feel like a woman—a queen, an enigma, a muse. And I promise you a quiet “yes,” a glance from beneath my lashes, and a dance you’ll remember forever.