Experiments in self photography

Morning Sun..

I haven't written any prose like this in over 15 years and this one suddenly came to me today, inspired by of all things, my morning sun picture series... Good or bad let me know..


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Morning Sun
 
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A little bump for now... will post some more this evening
 
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They are definitely worth getting up for, beautiful as usual! :kiss:
 
Standing in the darkness
her shadow on the door
Longing for the better times
when both thier hearts would soar

Looking out at blackness
tears have wet her eyes
A blurring of the streetlights
silently she cries..

She feels the string of broken love
tugging at her heart
To fix the course of her life
she wonders where to start

Tears for the memories...
Tears for the loss...
For a love that burned so brightly
someone must pay the cost...

Slowly shall they fade away
She turns to close the door
the future still remaining
M'lady weep no more...


Aug. 1996
well thats enough to make anyone cry
 
I haven't written any prose like this in over 15 years and this one suddenly came to me today, inspired by of all things, my morning sun picture series... Good or bad let me know..


Morning Sun

Sunshine through the window
A tapestry of light
Arouse me from my slumber
And chases out the night

A warmth that spreads along my spine
M'Lady's hands it seems
A whisper in the morning
She intrudes into my dreams

Visions dancing in my head
Her hair, her face, her breasts
Sensations shimmer down my side
Caresses she knows best

Her scent, her taste, her whisper
Swirling in my mind
A swelling of desire
In a rhythm old as time

The sun, my love, my mistress
Her demands shall not abate
You chase the dreams from my mind
And force me to awake

I like it a lot! :)
Especially that little twist in the last verse...

Oh and btw., I supposeyou eant to write "poem" instead of "prose"?
Because your little piece of poetry is not at all "prosaic"... :cattail:
 
Standing in the darkness
her shadow on the door
Longing for the better times
when both thier hearts would soar

Looking out at blackness
tears have wet her eyes
A blurring of the streetlights
silently she cries..

She feels the string of broken love
tugging at her heart
To fix the course of her life
she wonders where to start

Tears for the memories...
Tears for the loss...
For a love that burned so brightly
someone must pay the cost...

Slowly shall they fade away
She turns to close the door
the future still remaining
M'lady weep no more...


Aug. 1996

*snuffle, snort, wipe eyes*
 
I like it a lot! :)
Especially that little twist in the last verse...

Oh and btw., I suppose you meant to write "poem" instead of "prose"?
Because your little piece of poetry is not at all "prosaic"... :cattail:

Thank you for the comments ;)

I see that you caught the little play on definitions since the verses above have both rhyme and meter but could be viewed by some as dull and unimaginative.. oh well sometimes I get hooked on efforts to be abstract and end up shooting myself in the foot...:rolleyes:
 
That is one hot sexy pic!!! how did i miss this thread before???? (slaps her forehead..)

Luv the pics!!!!

beLL~

I don't know..... How did you miss it? Glad you made it and approve of the work.. there should be more..:devil:
 
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