Begging or offering?
I’m soft, like the artful paintings of old. A Venus? Rubenesque? Soft curves and a dallying, lazy pose. Come recline with me.
Like crushed velvet. Such a pretty bra. It would be a shame if I… Removed it?
A different sort of pink cheeks.
I am Stuck in your head I am Like a lovely song I am One you’ll never tire of
Do thick thighs save lives? Does hair make a difference? On comprehension On composition On who plays with vibes Mirror Full length mirror On the wall Who’s the kitten Before you so tall? Brown girl Brown girl What’s not to love? Combo: mirror + toy = mirrored toy? You’d think this would be easy except …
A little poem that encapsulates the feelings I sometimes have about my creativity/art. I was trying to communicate something in this photo, but lacked the patience to do it. – I want to get it right. Just. Right. The angle, the lighting, the motherfucking words But perfection isn’t possible (No, I’m not patient enough for …
Come to me, my concubine Find your place in my harem Find your place in my bed