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Crystal A on the rim of a volcano dancing with Skeletons. Model: Crystal A
Lightfall. Model: Jemstarlight Moon
Jemstarlight Moon, a celestial wanderer in the earthly expanse, basks beneath the lightfall.
In the wilderness’ embrace, she finds solace amidst the symphony of nature’s whispers.
A cascade of light descends upon her, each droplet a prism of shimmering hues.
Sparkling with cosmic grace, she drinks in the colors, each hue a potion for her soul’s nourishment.
Amidst this radiant deluge, she is bathed in love, a divine embrace from the universe above.
In this enchanted moment, Jemstarlight Moon becomes one with the wilderness’ song.
Meditations – Models: Sophia Jade, Jemstarlight Moon
In the celestial dance of Jemstarlight Moon and Sophia, Two souls entwined, in sacred union, a cosmic symphony unfolds. In the sanctuary of senses, they embark on a journey divine, Where the language spoken is of energies entwined.
Bathed in the moonlight’s gentle caress,
They traverse realms, a sacred recess.
Sensual massage, a dance of fingertips,
Awakening chakras, as the universe equips.
Crystals gleam, like stars in their embrace,
Held in hands, transmitting love and grace.
Each facet, a prism, reflecting the soul’s glow,
A kaleidoscope of colors, a transcendental show.
Meditation, a voyage to the inner expanse,
They breathe in harmony, in a cosmic dance.
Silent whispers echo through the cosmic sea,
As their spirits merge in sacred unity.
Healing touch, a balm for wounds unseen,
A communion of hearts, where love convenes.
Energy flows, a river of light,
A tapestry woven, both tender and bright.
In this sacred space, time takes a bow,
As Jemstarlight Moon and Sophia vow,
To honor the divinity in each other’s gaze,
A transcendental connection that forever stays.
Through the ebb and flow of life’s grand tide,
They stand united, side by side.
A sacred verse, a hymn to love’s sweet art,
In the temple of souls, they eternally depart.
Sensualogy. Just a word that popped in my head while staring at this picture. Model: Olinka Lickova
French Parlor Noir. Model: Kay Ace
In a French parlor boudoir, where whispers waltz, Kay reclines on a chaise lounge, a dreamer’s vault. Silken shadows play on walls adorned with tales, As her mind pirouettes through ephemeral trails.
Lace curtains breathe in the evening’s mystique, Softly rustling secrets, the room’s mystique. Candles flicker, casting a warm amber glow, Igniting fantasies that only she can know.
A vintage mirror reflects her wistful gaze, Eyes painted with the hues of twilight’s haze. In the tapestry of time, she weaves her desire, A silent symphony, stoked by passion’s fire.
The scent of lavender lingers in the air, A fragrant sonnet, a romantic affair. Kay’s thoughts drift like petals on a breeze, Dancing with whimsy, lost in reverie.
Her fingers trace patterns on the plush fabric, A tactile sonnet, a touch of the graphic. In this sanctuary of longing and grace, She paints her dreams in an intimate space.
French whispers caress her wandering mind, Verses of love in a language refined. The chaise cradles her in an embrace so tender, As she surrenders to fantasies, wild and slender.
Oh, the tales she conjures in this private cocoon, In the parlor boudoir, where dreams softly swoon. Kay, the poet of her own clandestine lore, In the symphony of silence, she yearns for more.
Wood Nymphs. Frankie and Mandii posing nude on a boulder in a forest. Models: Mandii Monarch, Frankie Bunny