Something Remembered

I remember the way we used to kiss..
and how you parted my lips with your plundering tongue..
devouring each token of resistance...

Do you remember their soft, yeilding sweetness...
my eyes drinking from yours...
searching your face for...something indefinable...
something understood...that promised love... and meaning more than just that moment...

I remember that time, when kisses were connected to the heart...
each one a declaration of sweet love... and sweet addiction...
but now, for love of you my heart sickens, and my eyes grow dull from visions of your face..

No other kisses have tasted these bereft lips..the print of yours is still apon them..
time has not erased that sweet sensation....
now every beat of heart counts out the time since you have gone...
and I ask myself...am I at all for you...something remembered ?

Study 2

I painted this piece, based on a previous work, because the shape calls me back each time.

The female is naked and vulnerable and curled into an almost fetal position, almost protectively, is she fearful of being hurt or merely sleeping ? I will let the viewer decide.

Together

Soft skin - Salty taste

Hands on shoulders - Hands on waist

Heaving bosom - Hairy chest

Hard thighs - Soft caress

Breathing rapid - Bodies locked

Deep surrender - World blocked

Ancient rhythm - Modern time

My heart's yours - Your heart's mine

New Love

I look apon your sweet face ... my heart leaps.... all I can think is that I want to kiss you...

Long, deep kisses..soft as feathers at first..my lips slowly seeking your mouth....exploring the taste of you...

I hold your beautiful face and kiss your closed eyes...your cheeks...your nose...your brow....a joyful tender quest to make you mine.....

Place your lips over mine......their taste to me is of the sweetest honey and clearest wine....

and in response... mine, deepen the pleasure...parting your lips...our tongues entwine...questioning at first ....they gently stroke one another.....my heart leaps.... lost in this moment of desire...

For a brief spell I possess you and my heart sings.........

Dark Beauty

Young and Beautiful

I wanted to paint something that to me depicts being a woman....

I did not feel it necessary to include the face or head, the torso for me conveyed the image of youthful beauty.

The blossom to the sides symbolic of beauty in bloom.

It was part of a small series I painted that also included a more mature figure perhaps after childbirth.

This painting is sold and is currently in Sweden.

I enjoyed making this piece.

The female is enticing and submissive, waiting........

her pose, slightly leaning forward creates a slimmer waist and enhances the roundness of her derriere