Marilyn Monroe, 1960 - Captured By Eve Arnold.

Hahaha

A naturalized progression

Begging --> Fingering --> Oral --> Making love --> Each to our separate bathrooms to wash away the shame.

Passion

Passion (a sequel to Lover) After all is done, the body is still not sated, it could never. Sweat of pleasure rolls off heaving chests. There is no voice, no thoughts, only moans of hunger, of need. Like the eternal flame, the fire never dies. The passion grows stronger as the flames are brought together. Earthly pleasure mixed with carnal passion makes for an awesome explosion. Time freezes as fingers enterwine as eyes wide open stare into the very soul. Little death claims the heart once again as the flames simmer down. The love is very much alive as they lay together. A shiver goes down their spine as the cool air blows against their naked flesh.

It's because of yesterday...

That I'm alive today.

This makes me want to fall in love all over again with my husband, just so I can truly take in our love, and not let it pass by. I want to start savoring my love for him.

Your wife changes her hair color every season and her personality adjusts slightly. You’re secretly only in love with Autumn wife. She just came home sporting her Winter color.

So calming to look at.

Photo by Max Dupain, 1951.

He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me...

I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order. -John Burroughs

Children's books always speak the truth. Sometimes the cloud clear, and the sun peeks through just about the time your depression seems like it's going to choke you.