Hidden...

borisbrul.photosight.ru

Everything that holds
does hide
something,
that's my belief.
Look at me
hiding my assets
behind my clothes
like these vaults
holding their
treasures in secret.
Fantasies have
wings, I can tell
as I have yearned
to dance with the breeze
and sail with the storms
and sing with the lark
and fling myself
into the flames of passion.
And I have also known
to stand still and
admire the craftsmanship
of those who made
the vaults.

On my own.....4

moyscha.photosight.ru

After years of grey harshness

brushing against screeching

roughness

I came upon this

deep softness within

unexpectedly.

There everything

spoke softly

caressing my wounds

blowing softly

not making them scream.

All my voices gathered

around me whispering

love kindly

grace forgivingly

beauty adoringly

and then desire

dropped in to 

serve a feast of

dreams on platter

of fantasies.

And here I am

moving to the 

next place of joy.

Mysteriously...

anastasia from photosight.ru

Waters run deep
as shadows lengthen
and stars begin to dot the sky.
As I reach for the banks
full of thick plant growth
I realise the many things
that gave strength to 
the sinews
and made me go deep
into the unknown.
There is an urge to find out
what I am made of.
I need to feel what 
beats in my heart
and what makes 
the heart miss a beat.
Life is there everywhere
and times are when I mistake
the beat of the other's heart
for my own.
Something right in front
escapes me as I float
on the clouds of fantasy.
There are more mysteries
hidden within...

Some times...3

bsl78.photosight.ru

I long for our union
when we merge
our streams of 
consciousness
holding each other tight
touching each other
all over
softly and hard
the fullness of my breasts
and of my loins
throbbing uncontrollably
fusing, breathing, kissing
making love
in one rhythm
losing the sense of the world
and just thinking of it
I am lost some times
 - not to fantasy
but to the world -
then it's only
the ticking of time.

So much happens

sergtimos.photosight.ru

Not for me
the edifices of power
and certainty 
that enshrine the mortal
fantasy of  immortality;
time passes as 
I rest awhile
on the weather-beaten
treasures that lie
in ruins and
I remind myself
so much happens
in the space between
those fleeting moments.

It is really about

2clovers.photosight.ru

Come to think of it
I pose a threat
to all those who 
get scared by
their sexuality;
there it is
standing naked in 
front of you
your sexuality
your desires
passions and fantasy
and you have turned
your gaze away
thinking if you 
don't see it
it is going to
vanish -
utterly foolish -
I know and you know
you can strip 
a woman naked 
just with your eyes!
And now when I stand here
you are trying to run me 
down!  Ha!
It's about who you are
really it is about your
impotence to own up
yourself!

It isn't always

sla007.photosight.ru

It isn't always
that life passes by
and you aren't able to
catch what it has gifted
you.
Life is gushing
all over me
I am in a whirl
Memories shoot up
to dock with
fantasies in outer space
Sparks light up
inner recesses
of my heart and body
I am turning into
a ball of energy
bouncing off
nothing but the space
filled with a nameless
joy.