
I wanted to share a few really beautiful pieces which have been sent to me recently. The first one is a piece of fan art, made by Numero24, who is one of my friends from DeviantArt. I think it’s so beautiful, it captures me really well and the playfulness of having me sucking on a straw is not lost on me. ;)
Then I also received two really beautiful poems by two different source who I will keep anonymous. One is in English and one is in French. Here is the one in English, first:
L’Enchanteresse Rouge
One of the secrets of the wise
to know love’s revealed by her eyes
It’s then served up in countless ways
busy lips fine instruments of praise
Who is that lucky man she loves
Who lives the dream of dreams?
Oh what beauty Oh what skill
her ivory skin as smooth as cream
Cinnamon tresses tumbling everywhere
as she brazenly settles dare by dare
Always the red contrasting with the pale
Eyes tease taunt and shamelessly assail
Oh those crimson lips that ne’er retreat
delivering the thrill of thrills lovingly
Consuming the product of efforts and skill
I tend to wonder why can’t that be me
By now I know when dream’s just dream
But I once had an enchantress too
Whose eyes like yours did mesmerize
and whose lips made dreams come true.
Isn’t that amazing? I think the imagery is absolutely beautiful, both physically and in the way it constantly hints at the art of a beautiful blowjob. Here is the other one in French:
Ta chevelure est couleur de brousse au coucher du Soleil,
Crinière faite de myriades de serpents venimeux.
Je vois s’ouvrir à moi cette tenture tissée de mille feux,
Elle vient jusques à mon écran dévoiler des merveilles,
Véritables foyers vibrant d’incandescence ;
Tes beaux yeux bleus, Camille, qui attisent mes sens.
J’ai fouillé les mailles de la toile inextricable,
J’ai guetté sans espoir que ma quête aboutisse
Des frissons inconnus à nul autre semblables.
Et j’ai vu ton regard, tes mains, ton corps, et ta bouche complices,
Accomplir une danse aux rythmes envoûtants
Pour témoigner ta passion et honorer ton amant.
Ton art est éternel, notre jouissance éphémère.
L’ondulation hypnotique des courbes de ton corps
Laissent entr’apercevoir l’ombre de Terpsichore.
Un frémissement de hanches souligné d’un halo,
La caresse d’un sein ou un frôlement de peau,
Un baiser gourmand à la cime du sexe,
Une bouche sulfureuse avide de nectar,
C’est le vocabulaire, la grammaire complexe,
D’une artiste accomplie au sommet de son art,
Généreuse et sensuelle, tu insuffles passion,
Noblesse et perfection à toute fellation.
Camille, Pornographe, Artiste de l’Amour,
Tu as créé une œuvre à nulle autre pareille,
Prophète du désir, huitième des Merveilles,
Ta Lune est le Soleil de nos nuits et jours.
Le net sans Toi Camille serait un sanctuaire.
This piece is equally gorgeous, framing all sorts of similar ideas of beauty and eroticism which absolutely make me blush. I don’t have time to translate it, but run it through a translator and you’ll get the gist, albeit not the gorgeous poetic element.
I feel like a princess, being cared for so much and immortalized in beautiful art. I really, really appreciate this.