Chameleon

Your look and your skin was the poem that they dedicated to me and I am inspired by every line that I draw in this work At night in my dreams I see you: I can only dream of your figure, in the curves of your hips I lose myself, a dense fog that clouds me ... The path at your feet I find ... to continue climbing your sculpture. At the end of each day I wish I could desecrate that beauty. Sensuality overflows into the female figure, each curve, lined only in her own skin, simply makes it a perfect creation. Chameleon Your look and your skin was the poem that they dedicated to me and I am inspired by every line that I draw in this work At night in my dreams I see you: I can only dream of your figure, in the curves of your hips I lose myself, a dense fog that clouds me ... The path at your feet I find ... to continue climbing your sculpture. At the end of each day I wish I could desecrate that beauty. Sensuality overflows into the female figure, each curve, lined only in her own skin, simply makes it a perfect creation. Mp4 72.7 Mb