Come to me, on slippered feet, chipped porcelain in hand; the saucer rings with delight as it’s lover, Cup, sits lightly in its lap.
Come to me, on dark winter days when your shadow darkens my doorway and I can hear the Raven on the lamppost, her mournful cry piercing the darkness as the cold air follows you in.
Come to me, on these hallowed floorboards where your love is honoured with your knuckles and knees, silent but for how your eyes beg, beg, beg.
‘Come to me on slippered feet’… I love that thought. Nice poem, V. Yes, the image does cause eyes to beg.
Dreamy and mystic feel to the image x
Oh yes . . . Kneel and crawl !
Perfect . . . and beautifully composed (words and photo) !
Wonderful !!!
Xxx – K
Love the words, and then hot damn, the image! Beautiful!
Rebel xox
The image is subtly sexy but the words – they are powerful indeed.
I love the thought of begging eyes.
Such a clever image, just a snippet but one that leads the mind to thoughts of the flesh
Mollyx
This made me sigh. It was dreamy.
Love the cool blues leading to the warm rosy flesh!
That’s my favourite part too
Perfect combination of words and image!
A beautiful image, I too love the colour contrasts xx
Love the words.
And that nice, slightly mysterious sexy photo!
Perfect!
Beautiful words and image!
I love how the selective focus draws the eye right to the nipple, and the way the skin tone contrasts with the blue background – such a simple shot but so complex at the same time.
What a lovely tease, peeking just inside my view.