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O solitude, sweet sanctuary mine,
A moment stolen, just me and the divine—
My proud, resplendent self, bold and free,
A towering muse in its majesty.
The lens awakens, a silent eye,
To capture the fire that dares not die.
Unleashed, it rises, a glistening spire,
D****d in dew, kissed by primal desire.
O marvel, O wonder, so firm, so grand,
A glistening pearl in its ardent stand.
The frame is set, the stage is near,
A velvet throne where passion steers—
One leg entwined with the couch’s embrace,
The table a pedestal, time slows its pace.
I gaze upon it, enthralled, alive,
A pulsing rhythm where senses thrive.
The thought of eyes, unseen yet near,
Ignites the flame, dissolves the fear.
My arm curves soft, a tender arc,
To cradle the weight, to stir the dark—
A tug, a pull, the tension sings,
My glory unveiled on trembling wings.
The silver gleam, a river slow,
Drools down the shaft in fervent flow.
A moan escapes, a rapturous cry,
The lens my witness, my soul’s reply.
To you, the shadowed, the hungered, the bold,
I offer this vision, this tale untold.
A ember glows, a cigarette’s breath,
Smoke curls and dances, defying death—
It drifts, it teases, a lover’s sigh,
Caressing the form that meets the eye.
Ecstasy hums, a mounting tide,
I brace for the lens, no need to hide.
From base to crown, I hold it high,
A storm unleashed, a wild outcry—
The torrent breaks, a radiant flood,
O’er chest and sinew, a painter’s milk.
It pools, it drips, a sacred stream,
Entwined with shadows, a waking dream.
Fingers descend, to trace, to roam,
Through chaos born of skin and foam.
To lips they rise, a taste to claim,
A nectar sweet, a salted flame.
