someday I, in a moment of absolute freedom, want to be photographed by a lover.
flushed skin from sexual energy and wine, I want to be photographed. in moments of absolute submission and display, I want to be photographed. feeling nothing but love and acceptance from my partner, and myself, I want to be photographed. in the bath, on the bed, eyes locked on the lens.
the rawest, grittiest, loveliest pictures we can make.
