No one is free. We are prisoners of ourselves. Otherwise the world would be chaotically beautiful.
We are the only species that entice and seduce dress to undress.
But everything has its limit.
We can not go beyond our skin. So please let us cherish the exact border of our being.
is there in the beginning our sensitive skin. When we are naked we are exposed. But expose well, depends on trust, privacy.
The skin speaks to us, tells a personal story, tells us about our origins, our ancestors spent many a sometimes unknown.
other skin on the promises made sweeter. On our skin is expressed oaths we never forget.
We traveled the skin of the beloved, hoping to find the detail that will make unique. Poets have passed our skin that allowed themselves to meet with his eyes closed. As secular artists, we have drawn full havens in ebony leather, on pale skin, fur-daughters of the sun.
eye not only made the first contact the primary contact. The soothing touch, the contact that soothes and fills us with pleasure comes through of our skin.
There is nothing more intimate than our skin, nothing more evident as our skin.
One morning in September, full of light and quiet, I discovered a new skin with my eyes was the same one that was hiding in the shadows last night. It was the only perfect skin I knew before. Had the right texture, the warmth you need, the fresh and light scent of early spring.
In this skin I could move from the erotic pleasure, I imagine my desires and succumb to them.
There is no better time reversed the move all that skin with my skin. Feel involved and wrap, making it a feeling. Feel covered and covered.
that morning walked the valleys proud of that body, that skin only, which is and will be the most beautiful memories with me forever.
