Melted wings

Photograph by David Samson * Dog Day Afternoon

Melted wings

I flew too close to the sun's reaching, beckoning rays
I flew too close to the sun's bright, hopeful eyes
now I am choking in the sun's pool of heavy sighs.

Poem by Francesca Martin

i'm dancing barefoot

Afternoon song

Photograph: Russian by Mooreno

Though your wicked eyebrows call

Your nature into question

(Unangelic's their suggestion,

Witch whose eyes enthrall)

I adore you still

O foolish terrible emotion

Kneeling in devotion

As a priest to his idol will.

Your undone braids conceal

Desert, forest scents,

In your exotic countenance

Lie secrets unrevealed.

Over your flesh perfume drifts

Like incense 'round a censor,

Tantalizing dispenser

Of evening's ardent gifts.

No Philtres could compete

With your potent idleness:

You've mastered the caress

That raises dead me to their feet.

Your hips themselves are romanced

By your back and by your breasts:

By your languid dalliance.

Now and then, your appetite's

Uncontrolled, unassuaged:

Mysteriously enraged,

You kiss me and you bite.

Dark one, I am torn

By your savage ways,

Then, soft as the moon, your gaze

Sees my tortured heart reborn.

Beneath your satin shoe,

Beneath your charming silken foot.

My greatest joy I put

My genius and destiny, too.

You bring my spirit back,

Bringer of the light.

Exploding color in the night

Of my Siberia so black.

Charles Baudelaire

Oh how i dó love the poems of Baudelaire. So much! In it's original language it's so hunting. Beautiful dark, hypnotic words....... More translated Baudelaire poems you can find here.

Beautiful day

Today, was a beautiful winterday. Cold, but the sun was shining, promising that warmer days will come very soon. Do you think this whipped girl felt the cold on her glowing skin?

Such a rainy day

But i could already smell spring in the air last week.....

Awaiting

* I'm pretty sure she's not waiting for Santa. ;-) *

Winterchains

Lege velden

gure wind

kale bomen

de winter begint.

Koud als water

brandt de lucht

die langs mijn keel

naar binnen vlucht.

Om zich even later

door 'stoom' omgeven

net zo snel weer

naar buiten te begeven.

Ik sta daar alleen

slechts van mezelf bewust

terwijl de sneeuw

mijn voeten kust.

Helemaal geen kleren aan

mijn lijf naakt als de natuur

door Meester vervormd

in een gebogen postuur.

Armen naast elkaar

gebogen hoofd

benen gespreid

door de kou verdoofd.

Geketend aan een boom

langs de rand van het lege veld

die door straffe winden

ook al vele malen is gekweld.

Hij en ik

boom en mens

hij kan niet anders

maar van mij...

van mij is het een wens.

Gedicht van Meester Alexander.

I was so free to translate the poem from Master Alexander for the ones who doesn't understand the dutch language:

Empty fields, a bleak wind, barren trees, the winter begins.
Cold as ice burns the fresh air that flees inside along my throat.
Then, as quickly as i inhaled, it leaves my lips surrounded by steam.
I'm standing here alone, only conscious of myself

while the snow kiss my feet.
No clothes at all. My naked body as nature itself,

transformed by Master in an arched shape.
Parted arms, bowed head, spreaded legs, dazed by cold.
Chained to a tree alongside the edge of an empty field,

that also has been tortured many times by severe storms.
He and i; tree and human being.

For the tree no other ways but for me.......
for me this is a desire.

Wintersongs

I made this video playlist at myflashfetish.com

Me and my tree

Photograph by Unique Nudes

Face towards the setting sun and leaves are falling