Scintillating words from Isoellen as always ❤
Photography by Stefan (as always think you for the inspiration)
Her sensual is confident
A clean smell touched with spring
And that perfume she uses
With the musk of her private morning.
You can breathe it
If she lets you stand close enough.
The lotioned skin under hands
Always touched with sunlight
The peach of dawn,
Because no matter how many hours
She spends making fantasy
Of her face and body
She has embraced the crazy ideology
That she is good enough
Raw, wrecked, messy
Or polished fine and perfect.