All of me...

harry.photosight.ru

Some used to whisper
some used to call out
to the beauty of the body
feared being sinful.
And knew
in the heart of hearts
flesh leapt out
of  spirit.
And I stood bewildered
until the spirit called out
to my flesh and said
nothing
just stood close
very close and melted.
From that moment
truth is
beauty is

 all of me
and all of this life.

Held in thrall....4

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Moods change with

seasons, they say.

I have borne

the hot and the cold

the grim and the bright

of life

with grace of silence

and yet stayed

unscathed

unblemished

for every time

fate flashed its

wicked smile

at me,

I nodded

held myself upright

but never stared back.

Life wasn't only 

out there

but it made

home in my heart

and my loins.

And peace came

searching 

for me.

In Fullness.....7

Model: Scarlett Morgan

Even when the world
loved me
and rejoiced in 
all of it
I didn't realise
that both of us
were celebrating
the fullness 
of life.
To be full of beauty
is to appreciate 
it in another
and to appreciate
the beauty
of the world
is to be full of it
in oneself.
My soul 
breathes through
my flesh
all of it
and all the time
all the beauty
that is there
in this world 
and beyond.
If only you could
see 
it....

In fullness...5

diadiaseroga.photosight.ru

It happens
without knowing
without effort
that I merge with
the surroundings
and just cannot feel
separate from them
There is stillness
and yet awareness
of everything that is
and nothing remains
to see, feel or think
A different kind of fullness
when every cell is full
of being
and all descriptions 
of fullness 
sound empty.
Flesh is 
throbbing and distant.

Nature's work....3

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Neither a crime

nor a sin it shall be

to admire

and appreciate

beauty

whether in

body and flesh

or colour and shape

or fragrance and form

or melody and tune.

And if I find myself

beautiful

I appreciate nature's work

and glory be to the spirit

that lives to link

us all

with the source

of all beauty

- our souls.

Not Knowing Yet...2

rzachar.photosight.ru

I have a place in 
your life
as a lump
of flesh and blood;
and I don't sweat
over it.
It's your life.
I don't let that
rule over.
I like my life
the way I live it -
of flesh, blood and spirit.
If I long to touch you
it is to your 
flesh, blood and spirit.
And if you touch me
only in your flesh..
I know not yet
where it will take us
but I know where it will
for me. 

Passions....3

ivanmironov.photosight.ru

It's the time of life
when trees grow
larger than life.
Light thickens
as it descends
into the depths of water.
Every cell in the flesh
comes alive
with throbbing
to unite.
Before passions
can take the throne
the spirits lift 
the veil that cover
the pure gold of 
Love.

Passions...2

andrey196.photosight.ru

In the dark forest of desires
I put my foot
gingerly
but knowing well
I wanted to be
here.
To me it is no sin
to be asking
for fulfilment
of carnality.
If my flesh is
on fire
I want to be
consumed by it
not wanting
wanton destruction
around me.
May the forest flourish
in its dark glory.

Venturing out...3

Out to the sea 
I went
to immerse myself
in the vastness
not losing 
but expanding myself
to the point of merging
and becoming that vastness.
And I realised 
that this was different
from the union 
of bodies
that gives a moment
of explosion of 
consciousness
and then rolls you back
on the sands of 
the raw flesh.
Here I return
from vastness
to vastness.
That's a venture.

Venturing out ..1

belovedchenko.photosight.ru

I didn't check
the weather forecast
nor the compasses
but I did check
my guts and instinct
and they said that was
the best time
to venture out
for the spirit was strong
and the flesh willing.
Dawn was yet to break
but all the work needed
to be done prior.
That's when the morning 
breeze blew lightly 
but firmly
just like my
burning fire.

Not yet...

vladimirberoev.photosight.ru

There is nothing 
either I can do 
about it
or you can.
It's raining
and raining hard
and I haven't a thing
to ward off the rain
and keep me dry.
Drenched I am
and drenched to the
bone.
Do I like it?
I don't like standing in here
like an orphan
but I do like
the rain drops beat against
my thick skin.
Each drop is like
a piercing through centuries
of neglect 
of my self
my soul
my wishes
and of my body too.
It hits me hard
to realise the injustice
I have done to myself
of ignoring myself
putting me down
- that is the ultimate 
in humiliation.
I don't want to look back
and I don't want to go back.
It's my time now
and it's my life.

Caught...

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Silken is smooth sand 
so is my tender skin
Soft is the light of the dawn i
so is the murmur in my heart.
Waves grow in their roar
so does the turmoil in me
I can feel it, the beauty of being
and the pain of carrying it
and the softness of curves
and the yearning of the flesh
I am caught in covering it up
and yet looking on with hope.

Stark ....4

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Landscape arid
light fading
lay of the land uneven
paths strewn with thorns
only heartbeats for company
flesh tightened by fear
and moistened by sweat
I trust only my body
- stark and naked
- soft and sensuous
- full of promise
and desires.

Sheer Joy

kareltemny.photosight.ru

Not wanting things
not dreaming wild
Just living 
the sheer moment.
Not clinging to
memories sweet
recalling the 
caresses
just loving
the sheer moment.
Not ashamed
to seek pleasure
not guilty
of seeking happiness
just lapping
the sheer moment.
Not afraid
to flex the flesh
nor scared to
scoop joy
just lobbing
the sheer moment.

Gathering...

ivanmironov.photosight.ru

To gather
is to collect for
future 
to possess for
the present
and to feel
secure.
And then you
realise that all
collections and possessions
add to your worries
and woes.
You have to take care
of them and keep them
in good order.
Well I realise
how tough it is
to take care of my body
its assets and curves.
I almost thought 
I was all that bundle
of flesh and curves
so admired by the world.
Now I gather awareness
not possessions.

Some times...2

bsl78.photosight.ru

When things fall in place
there is a fragrance
wafting in
that tells me
of the short life
this happiness has.
I know I can't hold on 
to it for long
so I take it in
real deep within
and shut out time
and space.
I am with the fragrance
full of it
and I evaporate
with it into tiny specks
each carrying the fragrance
in full.

Stark...3

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Everything stark
attracts to its
bare elements
and the roots
that can only be raw.
Everything else
sheds its skin
and changes colour
by the season, 
but not so the roots.
The raw, the bare
and the stark
are the Sun
and the Moon
and the Stars
and also
the beauty, truth
and the life.

Stark...2

wolverine321.photosight.ru

Lines are curves straightened
Curves are Nature's twists 
as it bows before
fate.
When beauty chose to 
smile at the helplessness
of the mighty cosmos
curves emerged in Nature.
Flesh filled in the sketch
to give substance
to the continuity
for which in
fondness Nature yearns .
A soul then floated into
a body
to assure softness
of life on rocks hard
and tender voice
amid harsh sounds.
The beauty of
this work of art
bewitched time
and centuries.
And the body shines
in starkness.

Sheerness

mikhailkrylov.photosight.ru

It's the sheerness
that captivates me
inside out.
The sheer rock
with its sheer fall
is so sheer in
its pull.
The sheerness of
the crevice
so mysterious
and enchanting.
The sheer breeze
on my sheer body
sends tingles
down the spine
and the front
right into
the seat
of all creation.
It's the sheer joy
of uniting with
the elements
without
anything in the way.

Fair Trails 1

semkaaa641.photosight.ru

Dried bark and
juice within,
freshness of flesh
and dry spirits,
but hope never
dries up.
Freshness floats
and dances
at times
as forests
bring forth
life in myriad 
forms.
Look there
the bird flew 
into the bush
to feast on
insects unseen.