paonia

romance of the rose was pure spontaneity. i've been longing to do a shoot but hadn't been inspired. but there i was in that lushness; organization of flora, swirls of koy fish, flowers with the heady scent of woman, honey and musk. My friend had a camera and i had a desire. this one was more difficult than alley cat because the lighting was fickle and it took a while before the shoot felt natural/authentic. whereas with Alley cat i was 100%, high with the experience; feverish with it. the summer air was seductive and the sight of my own breasts always delights me. with the removal of each piece of clothing i felt myself sway a bit more into the flow. the iron chair was quite an experience. it was cold and grainy against my skin and this was, rather then uncomfortable, thrilling. i did a chair dance for the camera, sticking my ass into the air like a cat in heat. and then hunkered down against that metal form, the rust cursive. i wanted a camera beneath me, wanted to be seen from beneath as a lover would see me as i lowered myself down upon them. by the time i got to the grass i was in a state of sleepy ease. I wanted to make love. i opened my body to receive. wanted to be pressed against the grass, wanted it in my hair, wanted to feel it give in to the weight. i wanted also to stretch and stretch like the beams of a star.
i was disappointed with the quality of the photos-i'm not gonna lie. and i knew that they were not up to par. but i had enjoyed the shoot and otherwise they would sit silently, unseen. i look forward to the next shoot and am eager to find a good photographer.