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Sangria sky, sangria sea, sip by sip, I further fly, further sail away from here to me. And in the dream with open eyes transfixed on the swirling reds of passion, I torture you with sensuality then myself surrender, as your lips take mine to the floor in a heated dance, and I am liquified, … Continue reading Sangria Sky
The windows I've peered out from in life have often been cracked with broken blinds and non-parallel slats, no out-of-the-ordinary views for I have not seen much "of the world" in terms of geography, only my local beautiful. Yet when I revisit the panes in my gallery to see if I have any … Continue reading Windows
Looking back at you, my future, looking for treasures in the tide, I hope what you seek, you will always be able to find. I hope the salt water refreshes and only from happiness falls from your eyes. Looking back at you, my future, with summer’s breeze and your golden strands at play, may … Continue reading Looking Back
C h a s i n g clouds, sunsets and rises with my lens, attempting to capture the blend of what there is and what I see to compare and to morph my dreams with reality, framing fantasies, peering into portals, other worlds in the puddles, … Continue reading Upon My Palette
Like with the tides, sometimes the moon pulls on my heart. But in the morn, the reach of your warmth fills me for a fresh start. All words and images @LauraDenise
A broken shell, a damaged heart, can still be filled, can overflow, with light and warmth. All words and images on this site ©LauraDenise