The Wonderful World of Artsy Images.

I do enjoy this thread so much, I guess I should contribute more. Here is an edit of one from my own place I hope you might find worthy of sharing space with so many very talented literoticans :)

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I do enjoy this thread so much, I guess I should contribute more. Here is an edit of one from my own place I hope you might find worthy of sharing space with so many very talented literoticans :)

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You should definitely post pics and contribute often here.
I like this edit. The texture suits the pic very nicely.
 
Feeling a bit vulnerable and quite nervous about sharing this photo. But, I want to push myself in hopes of more self-inspiration to grow.

Welcome to the gallery (and to the nervousness that goes along with it). Your pic is very nice.


Will they be available in the art gift shop?

I do enjoy this thread so much, I guess I should contribute more. Here is an edit of one from my own place I hope you might find worthy of sharing space with so many very talented literoticans :)

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I like the sepia look and grain. Very nice to have you in the gallery.
 

Those are lovely, as are the legs. And I'm noticing your hand, of course! :rolleyes:

I do enjoy this thread so much, I guess I should contribute more. Here is an edit of one from my own place I hope you might find worthy of sharing space with so many very talented literoticans :)

Another wonderful edit. And this thread is the perfect place for it.
:rose::kiss:
 
A double-backwards-somersault through a hoop

The string broke and I watched
The beads fall.
Some lay by my side,
Some rolled away, free.
Some mesmerized me
Already out of sight...

Yet burning still
with the memory
Of how it felt on my skin...
How they had all felt...
The touch, the feel, the texture.
So different, yet so very same.

This one is for me alone,
A broken string of beads.
I doubt it would be
Of much value to you...
These idle memories,
My broken string of beads.

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Thank you.​
 
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The string broke and I watched
The beads fall.
Some lay by my side,
Some rolled away, free.
Some mesmerized me
Already out of sight...

Yet burning still
with the memory
Of how it felt on my skin...
How they had all felt...
The touch, the feel, the texture.
So different, yet so very same.

This one is for me alone,
A broken string of beads.
I doubt it would be
Of much value to you...
These idle memories,
My broken string of beads.

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Thank you.​

Your talent and beauty knows no bounds. :rose:
 
You should definitely post pics and contribute often here.
I like this edit. The texture suits the pic very nicely.

I like the sepia look and grain. Very nice to have you in the gallery.

Another wonderful edit. And this thread is the perfect place for it.
:rose::kiss:

Yes you should contribute more, thank you for this one! :kiss:

Thank you for sharing PB and we hope you share many more.

Thank you all lovely girls for being so....well, lovely, I will ensure that I do not forget to contribute in future :heart:
 
The string broke and I watched
The beads fall.
Some lay by my side,
Some rolled away, free.
Some mesmerized me
Already out of sight...

Yet burning still
with the memory
Of how it felt on my skin...
How they had all felt...
The touch, the feel, the texture.
So different, yet so very same.

This one is for me alone,
A broken string of beads.
I doubt it would be
Of much value to you...
These idle memories,
My broken string of beads.

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Thank you.​

Your words mesmerise me, it is a truly special talent you possess to evoke such imagery with words.....and then the image itself, so beautiful xxx
 
Nice shorts. Nice legs, too.:heart:

Thank you.

Mmmm sexy shorts, beautiful shot Miss Icy :rose:

Thanks

Shorts, yes, and well lit and foregrounded, but I confess that I had another thought first.:heart:

You did?

You Madam are a woman of few words and amazing talents. There is so much more than "shorts" to say about this.
So I shall play your game.

Boy!!!!!! :eek:
:kiss:

You're too kind Lizzie. I'm just muddling through.

Will they be available in the art gift shop?

What will I wear then? Lol

Those are lovely, as are the legs. And I'm noticing your hand, of course! :rolleyes:

Lol. Of course.

Lovely legs and great shorts Icy!! :rose:

Thank Tali.
 
The string broke and I watched
The beads fall.
Some lay by my side,
Some rolled away, free.
Some mesmerized me
Already out of sight...

Yet burning still
with the memory
Of how it felt on my skin...
How they had all felt...
The touch, the feel, the texture.
So different, yet so very same.

This one is for me alone,
A broken string of beads.
I doubt it would be
Of much value to you...
These idle memories,
My broken string of beads.

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Thank you.​

Bravo Liz...

Bravo


My favorite of all...


And,,

He reaches trying to catch one of the broken beads
 
Would this one be artsy? :rose:

Curving lines, color contrasts, hazy light, pretty model--all elements of fine art.:rose:

The string broke and I watched
The beads fall.
Some lay by my side,
Some rolled away, free.
Some mesmerized me
Already out of sight...

Yet burning still
with the memory
Of how it felt on my skin...
How they had all felt...
The touch, the feel, the texture.
So different, yet so very same.

This one is for me alone,
A broken string of beads.
I doubt it would be
Of much value to you...
These idle memories,
My broken string of beads.

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Thank you.​

The beads don't fall far from lovely neck where they adorned a woman's body that needed no more jewels than her body already featured naturally. The beads have little value compared to the jewels.:rose:
 
Would this one be artsy? :rose:

Yes, indeed! :rose::kiss:

The string broke and I watched
The beads fall.
Some lay by my side,
Some rolled away, free.
Some mesmerized me
Already out of sight...

Yet burning still
with the memory
Of how it felt on my skin...
How they had all felt...
The touch, the feel, the texture.
So different, yet so very same.

This one is for me alone,
A broken string of beads.
I doubt it would be
Of much value to you...
These idle memories,
My broken string of beads.


Thank you.​

Thank you for sharing your artistry. :rose::heart:
 
The string broke and I watched
The beads fall.
Some lay by my side,
Some rolled away, free.
Some mesmerized me
Already out of sight...

Yet burning still
with the memory
Of how it felt on my skin...
How they had all felt...
The touch, the feel, the texture.
So different, yet so very same.

This one is for me alone,
A broken string of beads.
I doubt it would be
Of much value to you...
These idle memories,
My broken string of beads.

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Thank you.​

Lizzie, your image is exquisite as always. Love the color pop. (I need to learn how to do that). This time it was the words that really captivated me, though. Usually I'm guilty of hurrying through the prose (I do always read it) then drooling over your photo like a Neanderthal.

The meaning I took out of the words is likely different than your intent.

So many beads sit scattered,
Some within reach, some far away.
Some are bold and bright,
Capturing the late afternoon sun . . .
And reflecting it back to the eye.
Many have fallen in the shadows,
Revealing just a hint of their form and color.
Most are smooth and time worn,
I can yet feel their cool touch.
A few remain jagged,
Uncomfortable to eye and skin.
So many are gone completely,
Not the slightest trace remains,
As autumn wanes and winter closes in.


Thank you Lizzie.:rose:
 
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Would this one be artsy? :rose:

On you and in this pic, that dress is artsy for sure.

The string broke and I watched
The beads fall.
Some lay by my side,
Some rolled away, free.
Some mesmerized me
Already out of sight...

Yet burning still
with the memory
Of how it felt on my skin...
How they had all felt...
The touch, the feel, the texture.
So different, yet so very same.

This one is for me alone,
A broken string of beads.
I doubt it would be
Of much value to you...
These idle memories,
My broken string of beads.

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Thank you.​

I see the beads on the floor, but a necklace on you still too. This pic really has the feel of some jewelry against your skin. Very nice.
 
The string broke and I watched
The beads fall.
Some lay by my side,
Some rolled away, free.
Some mesmerized me
Already out of sight...

Yet burning still
with the memory
Of how it felt on my skin...
How they had all felt...
The touch, the feel, the texture.
So different, yet so very same.

This one is for me alone,
A broken string of beads.
I doubt it would be
Of much value to you...
These idle memories,
My broken string of beads.

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Thank you.​

A beautiful image.
 
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