In the Garden of Light and Shadow

[mobleedzblue]

her creativity is my kink.
there's nothing more seductive
than her
stripping down
to her original essence,
soaked in a feral flow state,
birthing galaxies from her genius.

i want her barefoot on the hardwood,
dancing in paint,
whispering poetry
to the sunrise,
paid in ecstasy
and eye contact
for simply being alive.

i want her calendar filled with nothing
but creation and kisses.

i’m building a world where
she doesn’t need to clock in because
her beauty already bends time.

i want to pay the bills
so she can pay attention
to the parts of her
this world taught her to abandon.

her job description?
bloom until the garden can’t
contain her.

her only responsibility?
reminding gravity
it can’t keep a woman like her
down.

her uniform?
poetry so naked
that truth feels overdressed.

her boss?
the rhythm of her breath.

her references?
the god that studied her heart
before creating
heaven.
the angels
birthed from the art
of her unedited expression.

her entire employment history
can be summed up in one line:
hired by life itself,
to remind every soul watching
that existence is
erotic.

she moans differently
when she’s dripping
in theta waves.

if i’m gonna be a provider,
let me provide her with overtime pay
to nap naked in the sunlight
on a thursday
while the wind writes love songs in her hair.

lingerie is cute and all,
but have you ever seen the lost art
of her unclenching her shoulders
and spreading open inside
her own limitlessness?
now.
that.
is.
fucking.
sexy.
-- Christopher Sexton

Another spectacular contribution

 

[JustAnotherFlower]

To go along with the photo earlier...

 

[hotoldrguy]

To go along with the photo earlier...

mmmm thinking about that is so much better than the fight or flight.

 

[mobleedzblue]

To go along with the photo earlier...

It’s all I’m thinking about now too and your voice is so sultry and hypnotic

 

[Fire_starter01]

To go along with the photo earlier...

That picture and your voice… yeah that’s all I’m thinking about now too

 

[Gremzin3]

her creativity is my kink.
there's nothing more seductive
than her
stripping down
to her original essence,
soaked in a feral flow state,
birthing galaxies from her genius.

i want her barefoot on the hardwood,
dancing in paint,
whispering poetry
to the sunrise,
paid in ecstasy
and eye contact
for simply being alive.

i want her calendar filled with nothing
but creation and kisses.

i’m building a world where
she doesn’t need to clock in because
her beauty already bends time.

i want to pay the bills
so she can pay attention
to the parts of her
this world taught her to abandon.

her job description?
bloom until the garden can’t
contain her.

her only responsibility?
reminding gravity
it can’t keep a woman like her
down.

her uniform?
poetry so naked
that truth feels overdressed.

her boss?
the rhythm of her breath.

her references?
the god that studied her heart
before creating
heaven.
the angels
birthed from the art
of her unedited expression.

her entire employment history
can be summed up in one line:
hired by life itself,
to remind every soul watching
that existence is
erotic.

she moans differently
when she’s dripping
in theta waves.

if i’m gonna be a provider,
let me provide her with overtime pay
to nap naked in the sunlight
on a thursday
while the wind writes love songs in her hair.

lingerie is cute and all,
but have you ever seen the lost art
of her unclenching her shoulders
and spreading open inside
her own limitlessness?
now.
that.
is.
fucking.
sexy.
-- Christopher Sexton

That poem is incredibly sexy and so is your pic

Wow! and Wow!
And yeah, what he said….


Ummm, you are going to apply for that job, right? You’re a perfect fit and an absolute shoo-in!

 

[Gremzin3]

To go along with the photo earlier...

Okay, that really did it. Makes me feel like @kieranhalcyon01 -

If this is the result, you need to do more big painting projects.

 

[timothy522]

her creativity is my kink.
there's nothing more seductive
than her
stripping down
to her original essence,
soaked in a feral flow state,
birthing galaxies from her genius.

i want her barefoot on the hardwood,
dancing in paint,
whispering poetry
to the sunrise,
paid in ecstasy
and eye contact
for simply being alive.

i want her calendar filled with nothing
but creation and kisses.

i’m building a world where
she doesn’t need to clock in because
her beauty already bends time.

i want to pay the bills
so she can pay attention
to the parts of her
this world taught her to abandon.

her job description?
bloom until the garden can’t
contain her.

her only responsibility?
reminding gravity
it can’t keep a woman like her
down.

her uniform?
poetry so naked
that truth feels overdressed.

her boss?
the rhythm of her breath.

her references?
the god that studied her heart
before creating
heaven.
the angels
birthed from the art
of her unedited expression.

her entire employment history
can be summed up in one line:
hired by life itself,
to remind every soul watching
that existence is
erotic.

she moans differently
when she’s dripping
in theta waves.

if i’m gonna be a provider,
let me provide her with overtime pay
to nap naked in the sunlight
on a thursday
while the wind writes love songs in her hair.

lingerie is cute and all,
but have you ever seen the lost art
of her unclenching her shoulders
and spreading open inside
her own limitlessness?
now.
that.
is.
fucking.
sexy.
-- Christopher Sexton

YES you are!

 

[hairball18]

her creativity is my kink.
there's nothing more seductive
than her
stripping down
to her original essence,
soaked in a feral flow state,
birthing galaxies from her genius.

i want her barefoot on the hardwood,
dancing in paint,
whispering poetry
to the sunrise,
paid in ecstasy
and eye contact
for simply being alive.

i want her calendar filled with nothing
but creation and kisses.

i’m building a world where
she doesn’t need to clock in because
her beauty already bends time.

i want to pay the bills
so she can pay attention
to the parts of her
this world taught her to abandon.

her job description?
bloom until the garden can’t
contain her.

her only responsibility?
reminding gravity
it can’t keep a woman like her
down.

her uniform?
poetry so naked
that truth feels overdressed.

her boss?
the rhythm of her breath.

her references?
the god that studied her heart
before creating
heaven.
the angels
birthed from the art
of her unedited expression.

her entire employment history
can be summed up in one line:
hired by life itself,
to remind every soul watching
that existence is
erotic.

she moans differently
when she’s dripping
in theta waves.

if i’m gonna be a provider,
let me provide her with overtime pay
to nap naked in the sunlight
on a thursday
while the wind writes love songs in her hair.

lingerie is cute and all,
but have you ever seen the lost art
of her unclenching her shoulders
and spreading open inside
her own limitlessness?
now.
that.
is.
fucking.
sexy.
-- Christopher Sexton

I fully endorse napping naked.

 

[Paul_Chance]

To go along with the photo earlier...

Absolutely love it.

 

[Awaywego]

her creativity is my kink.
there's nothing more seductive
than her
stripping down
to her original essence,
soaked in a feral flow state,
birthing galaxies from her genius.

i want her barefoot on the hardwood,
dancing in paint,
whispering poetry
to the sunrise,
paid in ecstasy
and eye contact
for simply being alive.

i want her calendar filled with nothing
but creation and kisses.

i’m building a world where
she doesn’t need to clock in because
her beauty already bends time.

i want to pay the bills
so she can pay attention
to the parts of her
this world taught her to abandon.

her job description?
bloom until the garden can’t
contain her.

her only responsibility?
reminding gravity
it can’t keep a woman like her
down.

her uniform?
poetry so naked
that truth feels overdressed.

her boss?
the rhythm of her breath.

her references?
the god that studied her heart
before creating
heaven.
the angels
birthed from the art
of her unedited expression.

her entire employment history
can be summed up in one line:
hired by life itself,
to remind every soul watching
that existence is
erotic.

she moans differently
when she’s dripping
in theta waves.

if i’m gonna be a provider,
let me provide her with overtime pay
to nap naked in the sunlight
on a thursday
while the wind writes love songs in her hair.

lingerie is cute and all,
but have you ever seen the lost art
of her unclenching her shoulders
and spreading open inside
her own limitlessness?
now.
that.
is.
fucking.
sexy.
-- Christopher Sexton

Simply beautiful words and pics