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he’s got a perfectly prominent nose. I adore the shape of it, the sharp lines rounding into the button tip. Just wanna boop it. wanna kiss it. wanna ask him if he’s ever felt adored before.
he’s in a constant slouch. I wonder what kind of weight he bears, whether it’s emotional or if it’s the uniform, the chunky boots, the gadgets strapped around his waist. maybe it’s an insecurity that bears down on him. I want to kiss his scars and make him forget they were ever a source of pain. He hides the sharpest jawlines in the ever present slouch; I fear he cuts, like the hidden thorn on a rose.
I paint a picture with words alone. Words, my preferred medium of expression so long as they are written and not spoken into existence. Words, no one understands me as such.
Im the type of artist with a clutter for a studio. The type of chef with absolute chaos stacked around them. I fixate on the product. Yes it starts off messy and hopeless and with too much but then I start to polish and remove layers and reveal the beauty beneath it all, like a statue is carved out of a marble block. Michaelangelo actually beloved his subject of study was trapped in the marble and he could let them free by chiseling away.
I want to wife him up. Breed him. Let him live as a stay-at-home parent. Want to pamper him with all the luxuries the world has to offer, to take him traveling to his heart’s content. All out of love
The feminine urge to offer him the choice to be anything other than the stereotypical provider male figure. To offer him the freedom of choice to live a life of joy and fulfillment. I wanna see him smile. It’s been so long without it.
“Before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet, or painter. If you’re lucky enough to be an artist’s muse, they will immortalise you.”
― Soledad Francis
“Before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet, or painter. If you’re lucky enough to be an artist’s muse, they will immortalise you.”
― Soledad Francis
“Before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet, or painter. If you’re lucky enough to be an artist’s muse, they will immortalise you.”
― Soledad Francis
“Before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet, or painter. If you’re lucky enough to be an artist’s muse, they will immortalise you.”
― Soledad Francis
My all-time favourite photo of her ❤️
Marilyn Monroe photographed by Alfred Eisenstaedt in Hollywood, California, May 1953.
My all-time favourite photo of her ❤️
Marilyn Monroe photographed by Alfred Eisenstaedt in Hollywood, California, May 1953.
She’s the cutest little kitten. So pretty and smart. So precious, but she’s a nasty little thing with a demon side. She’s fucking perfect.
Laying between my legs in a large soaker bathtub. Your back against my chest, I massage your shoulders and neck, before slowly washing your hair. Massaging your head, rubbing your temples. Giving you light kisses, only breaking the silence to whisper in your ear how precious you are, how pretty you are, what a good girl you are. We finish our bath, I grab a towel and dry you off before applying lotion to your entire body. Slowly, sensually, massaging every inch of you along the way. I kiss your shoulders and neck from behind, holding your naked body against mine. I reach for a collar, you give me a look of understanding. I give you a deep long kiss before bringing it to your neck. I whisper into your ear as I clasp it around your throat. “Kitten, you are so powerful, my precious little princess.” My tone turns to a growl “But tonight, you are my obedient little whore. Clear your mind. Your body is a toy for my pleasure. Do you understand?” You nod in agreement. “Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees, and follow me to the bedroom.”
Sometimes I want to edge you. Other times I want to overstimulate you. Either way, I want to hear you beg me for your release. You’re so pretty when you’re desperate.
Sometimes I just want to watch and admire you. Other times I want my hands all over you. Grabbing, touching, caressing. I need you to know you’re mine. I need you to know I crave you.