Fall in love with life ..

Do not hesitate with love. Fall in love with life. Love deeply  how only you can. Don't put your life off for later. Live now and pursue plan your life now. For the wisdom of the body is much deeper than the wisdom of the mind, which is not as mature. Your body -it is your land, you are rooted in it. Consciousness - is the tree of your body. Thoughts are like fruit. Meditation is like flowers, so go deeper into the book of your body, turn the pages and you will learn the whole secret of life...

photographer : Roberto Manetta

Breathe you...

We sit looking at the stars, we appreciate their shine.Sure of another sunset and sunrise. Closer than ever. Without any envelope, without the mask of a perfect life. With a beautiful smile on my face...., and yet I am afraid that someone will discover my longings and my hopes.I smile magical to you.. Life  - join our hands together, wrap your fingers around mine. I want to feel what it is like to breathe you again.....

Like the wind ..

Drop of water, gust of wind. The breath of life in the rustling leaves. Life - a creative inspiration. Wonderful in every detail. We walk together, fingers tangled, eyes sparkling with love. It's not enough to love .You still have to know how take this love in your hands, and carry it all my life. Because true love begins when you expect nothing in return. Like the wind that sways the trees true love is the desire to give something to someone - not receive it...

Photographer Victoria Haack

Viktoria Haack is an editorial, landscape, portrait and wedding photographer based in Salmon Arm, British Columbia, Canada and available to travel worldwide.

My journey ...

My journey came to a half the moment i found you. With you I will start another journey accompanied with many laughter, love , ecstasy and passion. I want to see the world with you  and through your eyes  I believe this is our love  and it will grow up. Our travel will be  very  inspirational, it will  forces us to grow  as a couple. ... in love with adventures, so I begin to wonder, if that's why I've fallen for you. ... Some souls just understand each other upon meeting ...

Photographer Waclaw Wantuch

(born 1965) is a Polish photographer mostly known for his Nude work. Graduate of the Cracow Academy of the Fine Arts; graphics artist and art photographer. His an author of the books Krakow (2001) and Akt (2003). He lives and works in Cracow, Poland.

You are...

When troubles come dont  to mourn the loss of hopes and dreams.Our hearts need to go through many process.

You   know that there is no corner of creation that  your heart doesn’t touch. You  know that there are no events in our life that we  is not reigning over.

You  give us the  strength to use for today. And when tomorrow's  come, you will give us new hope and strength for then.

You don’t want us to worry about tomorrow. You want us to trust you for today. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone...

Blooming flowers.....

Blooming flowers like beautiful rippling sea  like a gentle kiss

You kiss me like cool rain on parching day. You appear from woods and embrace me close, face glowing with beauty of blooming flowers, but then you ... over vast rippling sea of souls when I woke suckling milk in tender arms of flower mother ... like an emerald in  pathway , and opening flowers ... of the green isle Methinks thy voice is present when I see and the blooming flower....

Love ....

… I sit you down in a chair .... Such strong shoulders. My fingers softly run up and down your biceps, appreciating their strength and tone. Goosebumps arise on your flesh . Your fingers are gliding up my back, underneath my blouse. I shiver as you find one of those hidden tickle .

My lips are on top of yours, exploring the new territory; I pause for a moment to nibble gently on your bottom lip. You respond by opening your mouth just a little bit and our tongues touch. Sparks fly and I feel

how we are one ...

I want .....

I want to know your soft heartbeats, want to know your soul, want to know your body  - every crevice of your skin and know all your secrets and every nuance .I want to make you bloom like beautiful flower. I want to kiss your scars tenderly. Want to feel your senses with my scent and let you taste me in your tongue like way in  your eternal thirst I .want to look into your eyes  when i kiss you deep. Want to hear the noises you make , I want to know your body feels when it is touched by mine . Want to be the only one to ever touch your soul ...

Photographer: John Swanepoel

Chervona Verona

Photographer : Chervona Vorona: 

"I studied to be an illustrator. But my job is only remotely related to my education. First I worked as a stylist and a decorator, but photography was what I needed to complete my aspirations. A  bygone era equally inspires me. I think we have lost the essence of femininity in modern times. Fairy tales, this is the most important thing, my main inspiration, therefore, my images are of different ages, but they are all united by magic or a hint of it.

Maybe it’s because of the books read in childhood. Although I now read mostly fairy tales! Imagination is very important in my work! But of no less importance are things like observation and resourcefulness. I have a working studio where I keep the costumes, make new decorations and sometimes even take photographs. I really like the black-and-white photography, but I always prefer the color, the entire range or color pallets, and often saturated colors. Just like my character, expressive and unrestrained"!

When you get lost ....

When you get lost - I will find you

When you get off the road -  I'll find a way for you

When you are at the bottom - I will pull you by the hand up like in a dream

When you lose faith - you'll find shelter in my arms

When you  will not know where to go in life - I'll show you the way

When the world will not believe in us - let time  will stand still so that the night cannot separate us anymore. And when the new day comes - you will get me back again..

Feel me .......

It's hard to describe the sensation I feel when you finally feel me . I can only compare it to the first bite taken of perfectly made . You relish it as it rolls around on your tongue and allow the texture and flavor of that juicy, to engulf my mouth. Yes,  my carnal side itches to come out when I'm with you. I want your lips, tongue, touch, smile, giggles, moans—all of it. I should be happy just spooning with you and enjoying the moment, but I still remember when you loved me…..

After Making Love...

. “At first I cannot even have a sheet on me, anything at all is painful, a plate of
 iron laid down on my nerves, I lie there in the 
air as if flying rapidly without moving, and
 slowly I cool off—hot,
 warm, cool, cold, icy, till the 
skin all over my body is ice
 except at those points our bodies touch like
 blooms of fire.” — “After Making Love In Winter” by Sharon Olds

Love Sonnet.....

"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue." — "Love Sonnet XI" by Pablo Neruda

Shells ....

Some words are like shells. Outside covered with colors, full of the sea noise inside. Mysterious and unexplored. Somewhere in the recesses of the sea hidden. Words from deep hearts flowing like waves torn by the wind. Like shells thrown on the sand they tell their story .....

My heart 

If silence had words wishhe would touch you like angel wings.May he take your smile and your  love to give it  to me as a whisper of wind that caresses me.May it breathe lightly on  you how a butterfly breathes and compelled you like poetry, Now the heart is happy to be loved.....