She knew she was often
bad,
knew too that he would
never harm her, so
sometimes
she would kneel in the
sun and
imagine what his
stripes would feel
like across
her bare back.
(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com
to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination
and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)
Oooo, that is a remarkable interpretation of this shot! And not one that we'd thought of, honestly. Beautifully done, as always! ~C
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