Deconstructing my own mind on nudity, sexuality and art, one photo at a time, welcome to a nudes model's blog
Monday, February 27, 2012
He walks over to me and lowers me by my shoulders to the floor. I don't dare close my eyes, it is too beautiful. There are flowers from the broken vase everywhere and shattered glass surrounding our flushing bodies, mine soft, and his tense and masculine. I am getting dizzy, I am feeling lost. I do not know where his dimensions end and mine begin.