In keeping with the theme of the last few posts, I just have to reveal a set of photos that were taken last spring. There are similarities to the published shoot “The Master” which were totally coincidental but I love stuff like that. The photographer is one of the best,
Her Name is Laughter When I die I want your eyes for lamps I want your hair for my night and you white laughter for my days. When I die I want the stars to burn through my skin. I want a boat made from your body that sails inside
Dreamland awaits you, Close your eyes, Imagine you and I, Close as breath, Skin upon skin, Lips touching, For you taste of Raspberries, sweetly irresistible, The fragrance of you, Takes my breath away, I am burning inside, A torch of fire, Burning fuel of passion, For you are my desire,