Her Name is Laughter When I die I want your eyes for lamps I want your hair for my night and you white laughter for my days. When I die I want the stars to burn through my skin. I want a boat made from your body that sails inside
Dreamland awaits you, Close your eyes, Imagine you and I, Close as breath, Skin upon skin, Lips touching, For you taste of Raspberries, sweetly irresistible, The fragrance of you, Takes my breath away, I am burning inside, A torch of fire, Burning fuel of passion, For you are my desire,
Several months ago I had a photoshoot with Spencer Watson and a wonderful team of models and artist. The concept for the shoot was Fantasy vs Reality. I decided to walk along the erotic side of both worlds. This is a short story line that I thought you might enjoy.