standing before him, I present myself as a prop for his photoshoot
with camera in hand, he creates a scene that only a real artist could
soft music creating a different mood in the background, he plays in my hair so sexually
giving directions, I notice his keen observation
the artist work
reading through my body language
undressing me with his eyes,
true admiration of my curves
drowning deep with the mocha moons of my eyes,
he dreams of drinking from the cup of passion touched by my full lips so pink
pressing down my frame
he holds my breasts high to gain a better focused visual
he uses his fingers to outline my waist and hips,
giggling at the tickle coming from his smooth fingertips touch my yellow skin
turned on by the experimentation,
the light of the flash captures the essence of my inner sexual energy seeking through
the trail of moisture trickles down my thigh as I hold my composure
thinking new thoughts of this being taking these scandolous pictures of me
using this camera as if it's a special tool of digging deeper in my soul
feeling sexy and beautiful,
my body is placed in multiple positions for a successful project
the changing of clothing,
removal and repaint of cosmetics,
new directions of artistry
I am amazed at how he's able to embellish my full figure so gracefully and tasteful
having such fun with my frame with colors and imagination
I'm caught off guard as he carefully notices every emotion and movement of my body
the tilt of my head and the bite of lips opens up the true feeling of my heart
he continues to snap shots of me
as the end appears, I'm more than convinced that he knows the inner naked truth about me
noticing the heartbreak in my eyes
nervousness of my lips
insecurity of my shape
shyness of my sex appeal
fear of being myself in front of camera
scared that he may think what society thinks
are my breasts too big
is my backside not round enough
is my smile not perfect enough
are the patches on my back frightening to him
does he think my stomach not flat enough
are my thighs rubbing too close together
am I still beautiful
but...he doesn't make a mention,
only being marveled at the true beauty of a woman
focused more on the entire presentation of beauty instead of the size 16....
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De'Shundra Gibson, All Rights Reserved
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