#honeygem headstash

[honeygemheadstash]

“I never see that prettiest thing-

A cherry bough gone white with Spring-

But what I think, "How gay 'twould be

To hang me from a flowering tree."

Poem by Dorothy Parker

Photo by Buck Remington

Model is me

[honeygemheadstash]

Uncommon are the portals to her soul; Deeper than the ocean, Brighter than the sun, a beauty as timeless as the universe. Reaching out, out of reach, I look into her eyes, fall into them, descending deeply downward, falling freely forever, they caress my soul, when they meet with mine...sensual pleasure, psychological ecstasy, flesh ablaze with unquenchable desire, sudden seduction with a single glance. A careless wink uncovers concealed compassion, expressive eyes emanate emotion, as hers do emit misguided passion, so do they diffuse sensible regard. Lunar light is mirrored in her eyes. I look alluringly toward her, yearning for our hearts to touch, union of our souls, the love of two as one. As a blind man without sight, so am I lost. As an artist without paints, so I am useless. Without her, I am simply unproductive. The way she looks at me, entrances me, it captures me, I cannot escape, her eyes beckon, taunting me, entice my entire body, quiet essence lured into erotic love. They are profusely irresistible, undeniably affective, forever enchanting. And just think, this is only what her eyes do to me.