Gloves for Amber, boots for Alex
The second picture here is becoming an object of febrile obsession for me. Her leg as she straddles/climbs over her lover, the delicacy of her pointed toe ...
Yes, I find it... no small talk going on there. And the shapes around her foot, too, for me. They make me wonder.It was a day on the beach. A lucky one. It was the morning after a punk-poetry w/music gig I did, and I think I was then calm enough to get lucky.
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The second picture here is becoming an object of febrile obsession for me. Her leg as she straddles/climbs over her lover, the delicacy of her pointed toe ...
Yes, I find it... no small talk going on there. And the shapes around her foot, too, for me. They make me wonder.
It was a day on the beach. A lucky one. It was the morning after a punk-poetry w/music gig I did, and I think I was then calm enough to get lucky.
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