A moment and then another

And so alive...

I am

I find it hard to define many things let alone myself. I get tired of labels and descriptions. I speak visual so here as a description of me in picture form.

I like to hide and I love my fantasy worlds

I'm an animal, I play, I dress up and I love wearing boots

So cool, so nerdy and I could live in water

I play with my body and stare into space like this

All kinds of yes

I love me a good game of the mind

I paint and I make a good canvas

The tension, I love tension

Life, mmm, give it to me 

Those eyes pierce my heart

Somewhere between green, blue and grey

You're beautiful; I want to eat you

You smell like sunshine and wake the butterflies in my belly

I want to know you

See you soon xx

I smell leather. Fear consumes me, I start to run. It's that time again. Then I stop, fear turns to desire. My body tingles and I feel alive, unknowing of my fate.

What is this magic? This dust in the air? That tickles my appetite for the pleasure and beauty of you, whom I do not know.

Always falling in love ever so briefly, drifting again with my head so deep in the clouds. 

Fading, ghostly, desperate for silence and beauty and transience - moving in need of the ocean and wind.

I like heaps of things and I really like you :)

'Me gustas tu'

I like airplanes, I like you

I like to fly, I like you.

I like the morning,

I like the wind, I like you.

I like dreaming, I like you.

I like the sea, I like you.

What am I going to do

I don't know

What am I going to do

I don't know anymore

What am I going to do

I am lost

What times these are, my heart.

I like motorcycles, I like you

I like to run, I like you

I like the rain, I like you.

I like coming back, I like you.

I like marijuana, Ilike you.

I like Colombian, I like you.

I like the mountains, I like you.

I like the night, I like you.

What am I going to do

I don't know

What am I going to do

I don't know anymore

What am I going to do

I am lost

What times these are, my heart.

I like supper, I like you.

I like the neighbor, I like you.

I like your cooking, I like you.

I like to flirt, I like you.

I like guitar, I like you.

I like regaee, I like you.

What am I going to do

I don't know

What am I going to do

I don't know anymore

What am I going to do

I am lost

What times these are, my heart.

I like cinnamon, I like you.

I like fire, I like you.

I like to swing, I like you.

I like la Coru'a, I like you.

I like Malasa'a, I like you.

I like la Casta'a, I like you.

I like Guatemala, I like you.

What am I going to do

I don't know

What am I going to do

I don't know anymore

What am I going to do

I am lost

What times these are, my heart

The bite of pain looks good on my flesh

It looks good on my face

At the time and yet mostly it is the memory

The ghost of pain - the absence - that I most revel in

My breasts most present and beautiful in their state of aching memory and desire

To feel alive, to feel the bite, and the ghost of

He had me all flushed-face and wet with arousal

"Ooh, I need to pee. I don't want to go to a dirty toilet."

"Don't then, kitten. Just sit on my face and let it go," as he proceeds to edge me further.

"Yes Master." It felt soooo good.

He's so wickedly kinky.

A day of meandering thoughts and many pauses.

I love art. I love photography. I love portraits. It's something in the eyes, something deep that incites a fascination for what lies beneath, similar to the mystery beheld in a D/s bond.

This photography artist captures that tension and wonder in me.

Artist: Irma Kanova