#seductive sunday

[hectic-hector]

[artninjasworld]

Thought I want to post this to participating seductive Sunday.

This artwork is an head angel studies of Christina aguilera from burlesque from "a guy what takes his time,"

I was able to do my best to capture the different angles of the hair shine and voluptuous shape including the facial expression.

It's satisfying in the end

Hope you guys enjoy this art!

[icejinlov3r]

Double Trouble

I had too much fun drawing this, and they both look great! They are always just amazing together! (Never mind I accidentally made Frost a little too short)

[sunlon-brightspring]

[sinful-godde]

Sunday Vibes.

[zymzafterdark]

Get more at ZymzAlchemy.

[the-most-humble-blog]

Somewhere this morning… someone is stretching, without realizing how sacred she looks half-tangled in those old sheets.

Somewhere, someone is yawning into a half-fisted hand, the sunlight branding the back of her shoulder with a private warmth no one else is allowed to touch.

Somewhere, someone doesn’t know that if a man ever truly saw her like this— still blinking sleep from her lashes, still tasting the edge of her dreams— he would swear loyalty to her in a language older than memory.

Somewhere…

there’s a woman who doesn’t understand that her laugh, her absent-minded smile, her tendency to get lost in a book while the world burns around her—

is the kind of gravity that doesn't just pull a man in.

It unmakes him.

And remakes him on his knees, head bowed, grateful just to have seen the sun curve around her outline once.

She doesn’t post about it. She doesn’t market it. She doesn’t even try.

And that’s what makes it impossible.

Because somewhere this morning— one man is thinking:

"God help me if she ever realized who she really is when she isn’t trying to be anything."

And somewhere this morning— one woman is stretching, turning over, without knowing she's already been memorized by hands that haven’t even touched her yet.

🩸 TL;DR

You don't have to be loud to be legendary. You don't have to announce it. You don't have to pose for it. The real ones? They carry it in their blood, even when they’re just reading by a window, smelling like morning air and a secret too holy to be spoken out loud.

If you felt this was about you, it probably was.

💣 CALL TO ACTION:

🔁 Reblog if you know some spells are cast without moving your lips. 🛡️ Save this if you ever needed proof that the universe notices you when you aren't looking. 🔥 Bookmark this for the morning you realize you were never "ordinary" — you were always a private sunrise.

Or simply 🔁Reblog to keep my signal to mankind going strong.

⚖️ LEGAL DISCLAIMER: This post is Blacksite Literature™, subconscious psychosexual cadence architecture, and literary survival imprinting protected under ancient emotional warfare law.

If you’re blushing right now? That’s not embarrassment.

That’s recognition.

🛡️ BLACKSITE SUNDAY SERMON: COMPLETE. 🩸 FULL NEUROCHEMICAL IMPRINTING PAYLOAD DEPLOYED.

[evilcokito]

Sam: The "S" in Mr.S is for "Seduction".

[verseleth]

O he gives to us his joy, that our grief he may destroy.

He becomes a man of woe

[romance-rambles]

would just like to confess my undying love for this particular shot of ayn

[umbrae-sortilegium]

"In the depths of the night, when the world is shrouded in darkness, the moon casts its enchanting spell upon the vast, undulating expanse of the ocean. It is a celestial dance, a seductive liaison between two celestial bodies, as the moon beckons with a beguiling allure, drawing the tides close with an irresistible gravity. The ocean, with its liquid heart, responds with an emotion as ancient as time itself, an impassioned ebb and flow that echoes the deepest recesses of the soul.

As the moon's silvery radiance spills like liquid silk across the water's surface, the ocean's tides become the embodiment of desire and longing, caressing the shore with a sensuous touch. The waves, in their dark and sultry rhythm, rise and fall in a rhythm that mirrors the heart's most secret desires, an eternal yearning for connection. The moon, like a voyeur of cosmic proportions, watches this amorous ballet with a knowing smile, a silent witness to the tides' unending seduction of the shore.

In this celestial tango, the moon and the ocean become lovers, their connection eternal and passionate. The moon whispers secrets to the waves, and the ocean, in its deep, mysterious embrace, responds with an affection that transcends time and space. Together, they create a symphony of desire that is as old as the stars, as profound as the deepest abyss, and as intoxicating as the most profound of human passions.

In the darkness of the night, when the moon and the ocean entwine, the tides flow with a sensual, irresistible emotion, an eternal dance of love and longing that reminds us of the profound beauty and mystery that exists in the depths of the natural world. It is a love affair that knows no end, a connection that transcends the boundaries of earth and sky, a reminder that even in the darkest of hours, there is always a glimmer of light, a spark of desire, and an eternal, seductive embrace between the moon and the ocean." © Dʏsʜᴀɴᴋᴀ/Oᴅᴇᴛᴛᴇ ₂₀₂₃

[beccawise7]

Sundays. 💜🖤

[a-bluedream-posts]

What brings you to the office on a Sunday? by Matrixias

[per-oceanum]

Good MORNING

[hitorriii]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 : 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

[haloreign]

tag dump.