My name is Nala. They say I talk too much. Maybe they're right. Words always find a way to escape me, like restless birds searching for an open window. I talk when I'm happy, when I'm nervous, when the silence becomes too much to bear alone. But I also know how to listen. Some people arrive making noise, and others arrive making a home. I try to be the latter.✨💞

My skin is brown, warm like earth that has held the sun all day, and my hair is straight and dark, falling down my back like a calm night. I'm not interested in shouting for attention. I prefer lingering glances. The kind that stay a second longer than usual.💋✨

🌸💞I like to provoke a little. To play with words, to get just close enough to leave questions hanging in the air. There is power in gentleness. There is desire in calm. And I learned to live between the two.🌸💞

I want someone who stays. Not out of habit, not out of necessity. By choice. Someone capable of looking at me with respect even on my hardest days. Someone who understands that a woman can be gentle and, at the same time, set a room on fire with a single smile.