Contrast is everything. . Not just with colour but comparing soft skin with the hardness of concrete.
Can You Spot the Nude Models Camouflaged in These Landscapes?
This is lovely, i really want to be a body art model to transform into a canvas.
The porn women actually want to watch
Fascinating read. Yes, women do watch porn.
Ok, you may have prematurely thought I was not celibate. I mean the drought of writing poetry. The words were there, but dormant and I didn’t feel the urge to express myself or lose myself in the nuances of syllables.
But – I’m back baby. Oh yes, I am back.
The poem is inspired by someone who I find incredible, both for his beauty and his heart holding him back. When you can have what you truly want, what truly moves you – why deny it, why run from it? I can’t fathom why happiness for some is elusive, why you wouldn’t want the sunlight on your skin. I also believe love is action, not silence and longing but unable to have an open heart.
Today is my brother’s 29th birthday. I wish he was still here to celebrate – but sadly he chose to end his life mid last week and is another sad statistic on male suicide and not asking for help when it was really necessary. I was close to him, and remember him with a lot of love and humour. He was very cheeky, very funny and unexpectedly sensitive at times. I’ll miss not seeing him very much, not seeing him grow and play games with him. I am glad our last time together was happy, we were reminiscing about childhood games, and playing reruns of Inspector Gadget – he was cool like that or maybe I influenced him that way 😉
So, I implore those of you who suffer silently, do not. Talk to people, reach out and let the light in if only a little. You don’t ever need to feel isolated or alone.
As always – for those who know, thanks for the cards and love, you may not always know what to express, but it means a lot to me.
I’m going to lay me down in
the opulent moonlight
transforming into a cinnamon glow
spice becoming lovely curves
spice becoming alluring
and the earth shall welcome my touch
like a lover
embracing me down to the roots
where my naked-heart-upon skin
and the gold mask slips over her face
hinting at her sensuality
inviting you to peek
wanting you to peer deeper than skin
harder than desire
and the gold mask beckons you to her
not for man driven urge
not for pleasure incarnate
simply to see
the finery of soul
lingering in blue and gold