One look, baby.
That’s all it ever takes.
One look from you is all it takes for each stitch and thread clinging tight to fall to pieces, to disintegrate, to surrender to your presence, to pool on the floor at my feet, to leave me wild and disheveled and utterly bare, to have me breathless and shivering wet, to leave me shrugging and tugging at the luxurious draperies that have somehow resisted your charm and strength, to have me yearning for your possessing touch and the hedonistic pleasures of your perfect flesh.
Wow! Wish I could master that look….
Your wish is my command, Os. Bring your beads and your bare chest and we’ll make it happen…
Ummm…I was referring to the “one look”, not THAT look! 😉
I know. The cheeky minx in me couldn’t resist. 😉
Fuck!…. you have THE most….. no…. behave…..and the words……. well what can i say……
Tell me, what else do you want to say?
Thank you for the wonderful feedback, obsessed…
i am nothing if not eloquent minx 🙂 x x
Eloquence takes many forms, obsessed… 🙂
Completely spellbound
Mike
That makes two of us, Mike…
Once again an amazing self-portrait and beautiful words accompanying it.
That’s so amazingly good to hear, Franco – thank you…
breath: taken
sigh : escaping
Love your photos. They are well thought out & extremely sensuous.
I’m so tickled you enjoy them, jetosh. Thank you for the gorgeous words…
Talk about getting a rush reading this… Unfortunately my old computer is not picking up the image, which I’m sure would have been a double rush for me.
peace
1ManView
It seems I’ve had a few gremlins in my system, which have stopped many others viewing the photograph as well. Since you’ve had a taste of the words, I’m hoping you’ll come back to look at the shot now the problem has been rectified.
But, I’m more than a little happy you felt the (literary) rush, 1ManView…
Many’s the time I’ve been fully dressed and felt exactly like this. For example: seeing this photo makes me feel totally naked.
And totally fine with it. 🙂
That makes two of us… 😉
Sexy and sultry
I’m so tickled – thank you, J…
Utterly bare and breathless.. stood in puddles of finery and lace, is more often than not the look I picture you in.. whilst dreaming of stubble and lips dragged violently across your fair skin.
It’s a good dream.
No, bhp – lips and stubble on my skin are the makings of the most exquisite reverie…