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Lady Ray Lynn luxuriating naked riding bareback on a white stallion at Muses in Wonderland. Model: Ray Lynn
Lethe shows off her head-tossing skills while Carissa and Agoda look on. Models: Lethe, Carissa Santigate, Stevie Raquel
Kinky Komix – Fashionista Picnic – Models: Crystal Nicole, Jenn Michelle
Alien Beauty Event – Model: Crystal Nicole @taurusbbbyy Jenn Michelle @jenn__michellle
Smoke and Shadows. Models: Crystal Allen and Loiis a.k.a. Amelie Belain
Red-Caped Goddess. Model: Rachel Lily
Red cape whispers grace,
Lily dances on the stone,
Nature’s goddess twirls.
Midnight Encounter @taurusbbbyy a.k.a. Crystal Nicole. This shot, at night, with the bright dramatic lights behind her, was Crystal’s idea. And it came out great!
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.