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Ava May does a spontaneous, improvised dance. And though it’s not perfect, it still came out so good that I edited it into a complete finished video.
Model: Ava May
Stills from a video shoot in a public park one lovely summer morning. There was only one person hanging out by the falls when we started but we asked him if he minded the girls getting naked and of course he didn’t. We invited him to watch as long as he stayed out of the shot, for which he was happy to oblige. A few more people passed by during the course of the shoot but they all respectfully kept their distance so as not to interrupt the shooting. A wonderful time was had by all! Models: Astrid, Jane, Starla
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.
Church of the Damned. Model: Olinka Lickova
Olinka in the Church of the Damned
In the Church of the Damned, where shadows dance,
Olinka stands, exalted, a spectral trance.
Above the dark demons and undead wail,
She rises, a figure in a ghostly veil.
The air, thick with a greenish swampy haze,
Creeps through the crevasses, in a spectral daze.
The rotting basilica, a haunted stage,
Its pilasters crumble in an ancient age.
Olinka’s presence, a beacon in the gloom,
A silhouette against the haunted tomb.
Her eyes, pools of mystery, deep and vast,
Hold the secrets of a forgotten past.
Around her, the undead whisper in despair,
Demons bow in reverence, a macabre affair.
As the swampy mist encircles each decayed stone,
Olinka stands, in majesty, alone.
A symphony of darkness, a spectral ballet,
In the Church of the Damned, where shadows play.
Olinka, a queen in this ethereal domain,
In haunting beauty, she shall forever reign.
















































































