Eroticism

[softbird]

My husband has said this is one of his favourite snap he took.

https://ibb.co/xqXsBpL1

I think it fits the thread

Black and whites always tug at heartstrings. And this is so lovely! What a lovely thing hubby has done!

 

[LittleGreene]

Black and whites always tug at heartstrings. And this is so lovely! What a lovely thing hubby has done!

He takes good pictures

 

[softbird]

The air pauses between your hands and my flesh, but my breath shallows. My body is ache, a wound , a gaping abyss, restored only by the touch.

 

[softbird]

His touch is half apology, half tenderness. It is not insistent, but honest, not claim, but faith.

 

[softbird]

She is not a wallflower, but she is mouse. She denies and acquiesces, but only when it pleases her, stimulates her. She speaks little, and only when spoken to, but her speech is incendiary.

 

[softbird]

The waters swirl like obsidian fire, molten soul. She is both movement and stillness, water and rock, she is primordial, beyond speech.

 

[softbird]

The moments between us, are soft eruptions of the soul, or at other times, little whispers of a bubbling brook. They move like song. When we are near, there is attention.

 

[softbird]

Oh my god! I’ll never look at ankles the same way again!

I make it my life’s work

 

[softbird]

I think I’m officially having a crush..

You’ve got a crush on your perception of who or what or how I am. Which may be more about what an and how and who you are. Still, you may have also tapped into something of me. That is why I think we are all connected. Eroticism is in the very interstices of our beings. At some level you and I and everyone else are one. Did you know that the calcium in our bones are found in the stars?

 

[peekingone]

My husband has said this is one of his favourite snap he took.

https://ibb.co/xqXsBpL1

I think it fits the thread

Super erotic. Great photo

 

[softbird]

But the erotic can come in different shapes, form, shades. The unknown, the often overlooked, the exoticised are nothing more than the dark dimensions of our psyche, our Id, perhaps. So if we delve into what Freud called the mystic writing pad, we find beauty as dark as molten night.

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[softbird]

When silence grips me, I pull away, away from speech, from expectation, from loyalties. But how do I tell the world that silence is for me a religion, a temple into which I retreat, like a hermit to his hilltop Croft?

The world, with its many-tongued clangour, cannot bear my silence. Let it bear that torment on its own, I will have my silence.

 

[NivKay]

The air pauses between your hands and my flesh, but my breath shallows. My body is ache, a wound , a gaping abyss, restored only by the touch.

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The touch. The awareness of the other’s presence.. powerful!

 

[NivKay]

When silence grips me, I pull away, away from speech, from expectation, from loyalties. But how do I tell the world that silence is for me a religion, a temple into which I retreat, like a hermit to his hilltop Croft?

The world, with its many-tongued clangour, cannot bear my silence. Let it bear that torment on its own, I will have my silence.

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Point taken

 

[softbird]

In silence, I become air, water, earth. Is that why we meditate? To become ourselves within ourselves, to pay attention to who and what and how we are?

 

[bookworm69]

It’s quite velvety.. the light that streams through lives here so much!

Yes the light seems to caress (blocking clarity a bit), while embracing and enhancing other physical attributes.

 

[bookworm69]

In silence, I become air, water, earth. Is that why we meditate? To become ourselves within ourselves, to pat attention to who and what and how we are?

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Your text and this image, Beautiful. This image IS breathtaking.

Thank you

 

[softbird]

Then there are silences that burn like hearth fires. The ones that the ancients would keep burning all year, tending to the fires during the day, as if the fire itself was the point of living. Some fires burn, inextinguishable.

 

[softbird]

The rivers run like silken song, the silken song sings like gentle rain, the gentle rain are kissed given in sacrament, and sacrament comes to the faithful.

 

[TalkToMeInSB]

My husband has said this is one of his favourite snap he took.

https://ibb.co/xqXsBpL1

I think it fits the thread

Wow…. That is fucking sexy!

 

[AZeroticist]

I love the images in this thread.

I find eroticism is when the image leads the mind to admire what they see, and mentally fills in the missing pieces. It causes you to want to see more , leading the viewer to wonder what they are missing.

 

[softbird]

Napes - so little known, so little seen, but there they are, like little soft birds, twittering away in the background, filling our days and weeks and years with song we only sense, but never truly know how to hear.





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[softbird]

And the napes work so well with the backs. Every good nape must surely be an ally of an equally beautiful back. It's like the rolling prairies, the majestic wondrousness of the natural world, the oceans, and the creatures within them. What do you feel in the midst of a landscapes that speaks of your own insignificance?

 

[femboitessa]

Oh my...is this thread for real? are you for real @softbird

 

[NivKay]

Oh my...is this thread for real? are you for real @softbird

You better believe it!