Here’s a poem I wrote a little while ago after a fun afternoon playing card games and engaging in a photoshoot with two photographers, one a dear friend of long standing, the other an intriguing unknown at that point. As suggested in the poem below, and mentioned in other posts since, that afternoon has led to some fascinating creative collaborations and brought considerable pleasure and renewed optimism to my life, eleven months after Mum passed away. I’ve been having a lovely time modelling again. Playing and planning dress ups/undressing while exploring a new friendship and artistic collaboration which is slowly developing between a couple of kinky people on either side of a camera.
The photo above was taken by long term friend and artistic collaborator Sara, who was feeling a little better that day than she was a while ago. Certainly well enough to become involved in some sexy but not very risque photography in a fairly public tourist spot with her two small children in tow. Although the appearance of a red chiffon scarf did liven up proceedings somewhat. I suspect this might be dubbed Bondage – extra light, but hey it’s the thought that counts!
Did I read too much
in yr offhand comment?
Maybe the card game was all you meant…
Took your stated preference for ‘the countess’
-“princesses are boring”; too seriously.
But I coupled it with your attentiveness
as you helped me play my hand.
So I played my hand too, a cautiously emboldened text.
Damn it felt good
To feel a thread