02/01/2024
The Light of a Breast:
In the play of shadows and lights that makes a breast emerge, there is a mystery, a visual chemistry bringing out the pulsating and panting splendors of the flesh.The furtive and miraculous glow of a breast opens in me an abyss of horrifying infinity - a hyletic and cosmic abyss, trembling intoxication of ecstatic bewilderment.It's amazing how the light concentrates and blazes pure on the soft roundness of a breast... how the contrast brings out from the black the magical lunar whiteness of a breast... how the round paleness of a breast brings you makes you caress the sensory abyss that is beauty... and leaves you with a taste of gaping into infinity...The light that runs and undulates on the infinitesimal curves of flesh...The texture of the skin which lights up in flowers of voluptuousness... unbearable voluptuousness... this flesh so undulating, in waves of undulating lights...— Desire is crushed by the sagging of the loins... which immediately rebounds on the plump curve of the buttocks... voluptuousness which melts, splits and surges in waves and flows at the finely cracked bottom of the slit ...For me the breast is the key to the enigmas — miraculous fusion of flesh and light, depth and form. — Key to the mystery of the incarnation, and key to the holy ecstasy of the senses.Softness of a neckline, fullness, pleasure for the eyes, which we pick up discreetly on a street corner, on a terrace... ah! ...what would a city be without necklines, a life without necklines?The breast which springs from the bodice, which emerges from a black dress - it is the most intense, the most powerful, the most intoxicating of apparitions: it is the light emerging from the shadow, it is the flesh blooming in lactescent flow, fullness and tender roundness.
📷👁️✍️... Svet H.
