Windswept

Trees freeze, Caught in the act. Brought to their knees. Carrying a heavy burden, Branches twist, Dancing in the moonlight. Frail limbs snap, Parting ways. A sight seen but unseen...

Divine Sensuality

In a secret meadow untouched by man, Nymphs and Dryads dance to the beat of pan. Naked beauties linger sensually — truly divine. Their scent is intoxicating, like a fine wine. Unseen by any, but the children of the dirt. Tucked away from pain, fear and hurt. Music plays at a feverish pace. Ecstasy pours … Continue reading Divine Sensuality

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