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Psycho Bubble Still

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Still from the upcoming short video “Psycho Bubble.” Model: Destiny

Queen Agoda

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Olinka Lickova – Nude on Rock (5)

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Olinka Lickova nude on boulder. From our first of many photoshoots.

Violet and Ava May – Crystal Cave

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Crystal Cave.  Models: Violet and Ava May

Sunset Dinosaur Ride

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Sunset dinosaur ride.  Model: Jenn Michelle

Lethe Glow Salt

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Stardust Frog – Elsa and Sasha

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Lethe Hot Tub Blue (5)

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Anna Lemon – Dock Nude

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Nude Lying Down on Dock. Model: Anna Lemon

Nuclear Bliss – Crystal and Chandra

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Kay Ace – Nude Repose

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Nude Repose. Model: Kay Ace

Oleana – Farm Girl (12)

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Ukrainian beauty Oleana relaxing in the barn at the end of the day, her golden hair catching the rays of the late afternoon sun. Model: Oleana

Agoda – Queen

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Huntresses – Crystal and Chandra

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Fairy Ass

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Fairy Ass. Model: Amelie Belain

Nameless and hidden
In shadows of a shadow
Fairy Ass shines pure

Inna BG – Psychedelic Nude

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Inna Psychedelic Nude. Model: Inna BG

Crystal in Congregation of Potato People

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Crystal in Congregation of Potato People. Model: Crystal A

Church of the Potato People

In the Church of the Tuber, where spuds convene,

A congregation of potato people, a sight unseen.

Their eyes, like russet orbs, fixed on the sacred ground,

As they gather in reverence, in silence profound.

Starch-filled hearts beat in unison, a tater’s devotion,

In pews of mashed delight, a tuberous emotion.

The pulpit adorned with skins, a priestly spud ascends,

Preaching the gospel of the harvest, where the potato life transcends.

But amid the devout, a stranger unknown,

A beauty in disguise, a presence all her own.

She, an outsider, a radiant yam,

In the sea of potatoes, a singular glam.

Her skin, a golden hue, not of earthly soil,

A sweet fragrance of difference, a celestial foil.

Yet, she hides among them, a secret delight,

In the congregation’s eyes, a clandestine light.

The potato people, unaware of her grace,

Continue their worship in the starchy space.

But the outsider listens, absorbing their prayer,

In the silence of tubers, a connection rare.

As the sermon concludes, and the congregation disbands,

The outsider reveals herself, a rose in the lands.

The potatoes, astonished, yet welcoming still,

In this diverse church, love trumps the thrill.

For in the Church of the Tuber, diversity blooms,

In the richness of differences, unity looms.

Potato people and yams, together they stand,

In the spud-filled sanctuary, hand in hand.