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bohemea:

Words With Photo Challenge #1: Legs

My capacity for salaciousness is tremendous. My greatest pleasure is looking at and touching exposed flesh. I am voracious in my admiration of a woman’s body. I adore every bit: an elegant clavicle, the curve of the lower back, a plump bum, a soft belly, long fingers, slim arms, the fleshy tops of the thighs, pointed toes, a hip’s curve, parted lips, a long swan neck, flushed cheeks, gapped teeth, a bruised knee, pale breasts, the muscles of an outer thigh, worrying fingers, stray locks of hair escaping a ponytail, a tan-line tracing the memory of summer around the shoulders and down the back, tattoos decorating skin like bookmarks, tiny scars that recall aching nostalgia, a pert nose, glowing bronze flesh, downy pubic hair, shorn locks revealing the most kissable part of the neck, a strong profile, delicate wrists, thick dark lashes, spectacularly curved brows, freckled shoulders, a jutted hipbone, a connect the dots puzzle of beauty marks, a bit lower lip tugged between teeth, tight pink nipples, painted lips, a furrowed brow, curls falling over a shoulder, skin so pale that delicate blue lines can be traced. 

There is something luscious and lovely in every woman so long as she possesses confidence, and if she does not, there is something luscious and lovely lurking beneath, waiting to reveal itself. I encourage every woman to revel in her flesh; to touch photograph, share, and possess it. Your body is yours and yours alone, but it is terribly fun to decorate and reveal your form. Modesty is underrated; show us what you’ve got. I bet it’s exquisite. 

Outtakes here & here.

LOOK AT DA STEMS ON MY DAME!