One of my favorite writings, this is because of someone in Germany, as it should be:
In a moment of madness,
In a moment of madness,
A moment of pain I close my eyes…
I
walk into a big room with a single light on… under that light is a sofa
with what looks like a female figure on it… as I walk closer I realize
it is you, long black hair in this subdued light beaming from a single
source hanging above a dark brown leather sofa.
The figure lying on this sofa has curves! Beautiful curves that glow in the single light that hangs from above. There is no form to walls floor or structure, just this beautiful figure lying on the sofa. Your
head is resting on the arm and your out stretched body follows the form
of the sofa to it’s length, yet you are so light, fresh I cannot stop
trembling with you in this light…
As I walk closer to you, you turn and look, soft eyes, caring eyes in my direction. You
motion to speak but I stop, and you do as well… no words, no sound,
just the quiet hum of distant sounds moving about called earth… your
hair hangs down over the arm capturing the light from the single source,
flowing in cascades of dim colors down toward the floor. Stunning
in its form, free form of shapes… that beautiful face of yours, I know
this face… have it hanging on the walls of my studio… Care and deep investment beam from this face of yours, care and intent, care and desire… beam from this face of yours.
I
am standing about four feet from you, the sofa, I see the curve of your
breasts, your hips, stunning hips… must be why yours have already been
painted by me…
Scanning
your body in this subdued light I notice the small fold of skin between
your breast and arm that is catching my attention… I noticed it in one
of your photographs and believe I mentioned it to you… here is my chance
of just a simple taste of what you tell me vanilla and lavender. I
am not sure if the gentle kiss leaves the taste because you put the
notion in my head or because it really does taste that way but I succumb
to it and know there is nothing else, this taste fills every sense,
every portion of me…
I
conceived of Dangerous Curves a very long time ago, with no one in
mind, until now… I know what your breasts look like the incredibly
perfect shape, your nipples; just a hint of them in this light but to me
all of life is within them… because of them… Your perfect breasts are
providing just a hint of light that shows how they curve. Makes me stop and admire you for a moment, like a painter studying his model for his next masterpiece.
I love your hips! They have form and beauty that will not let my mind go! You
don’t believe me on this but your hips are the design that men desire, I
desire… your hips show a shape so feminine and desirable… The light
forces shadows in most areas and a glowing luminescence along the top of
your body… those shadow areas… dangerous curves, light and dark,
dangerous curves that will take me through the night, shadow areas that I
desire to see, hold, be next to…
Dangerous curves, your dangerous curves are addicting, overwhelming, desirable! Your
dangerous curves make me nervous when phoning, make me strong when I
imagine them, make me desire them when I see photographs of them and I
realize that the conception of Dangerous Curves was because of you,
years before we ever met…
The
reason they are called dangerous curves... this sequence happened while
I was driving to work one day... a split second of thought and I nearly
got killed, because of those Dangerous Curves... but the trip was So
well worth it :~)
