My red hair cascades over my skin like a gentle warning: if you get too close, you’ll get burned or perhaps you won’t want to escape. I like to watch you slowly, tracing every reaction on your face, knowing exactly the effect I have on you. My lips soft and slightly parted seem to invite you to come a little closer. It turns me on when I feel like you can’t stop looking at me… when you try to resist, but your eyes always find their way back to me. It excites me to know that I can get inside your head that you start imagining things that haven’t happened yet… but that you desire as if they were already real. I dislike empty words and intentions lacking character. I am drawn to those who know how to provoke with intelligence not merely on impulse.