Female
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From Washingtonville, NY·
Joined on October 22, 2012
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Relationship status: It's Complicated
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Born on September 19th
11
I love wet and wild things! No, Im not a sex phone operator but for the right one.....I can be. Ive had a hard life!!! so NO more Drama for this Mama. Yes I am Latina! Hit me up so we can chat and see if we can mingle.
Female
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From Washingtonville, NY·
Joined on October 22, 2012
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Relationship status: It's Complicated
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Born on September 19th
Interests
I love cooking! traveling! shopping! Big but not overly fat men. I also enjoy the occasional girl watching....just for pleasure and NO I am NOT a lesbian or bisexual...I am comfortable in my own skin.....lol
Music
I love all kinds of music!! but that hard head banging shit just dont fly!
Movies
I love: Why did I get married? I love all sci fi and horror , love stories and the occasional....oops If I continue talking there wont be anything else to say...
DesireMy desireis always the same; wherever Lifedeposits me:I want to stick my toe& soon my whole bodyinto the water.I want to shake out a fat broom& sweep dried leavesbruised blossomsdead insects& dust.I want to growsomething.It seems impossible that desirecan sometimes transform into devotion; but this has happened.And that is how I've survived:how the holeI carefully tendedin the garden of my heartgrew a heartto fill it. Alice Walker
In My Sky At TwilightIn my sky at twilight you are like a cloudand your form and colour are the way I love them.You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lipsand in your life my infinite dreams live.The lamp of my soul dyes your feet,the sour wine is sweeter on your lips,oh reaper of my evening song,how solitary dreams believe you to be mine!You are mine, mine, I go shouting it to the afternoon'swind, and the wind hauls on my widowed voice.Huntress of the depth of my eyes, your plunderstills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.You are taken in the net of my music, my love,and my nets of music are wide as the sky.My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning.In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin. Pablo Neruda