-Cinematic Reflections of SL-
A flame, a storm, a spirit bold.
Each crack in her armor, a mark of grace,
Each tear, a story she dares to face.
A flame, a storm, a spirit bold.
Each crack in her armor, a mark of grace,
Each tear, a story she dares to face.
“𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲. 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿.”
She whispered, her breath brushing against his lips. “𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲, 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝘂𝘀, 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁."
“𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲. 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿.”
She whispered, her breath brushing against his lips. “𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲, 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝘂𝘀, 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁."
Not the kind you answer—
the kind that undresses you slowly
from the inside out.
Not the kind you answer—
the kind that undresses you slowly
from the inside out.
Salt in the air,
but the ache is deeper.
Something in her pulses sideways—
like tide without moon,
like heat without reason.
— Lumevea, for all the storms that bloom beneath the skin.
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Salt in the air,
but the ache is deeper.
Something in her pulses sideways—
like tide without moon,
like heat without reason.
— Lumevea, for all the storms that bloom beneath the skin.
#virtualphotograpy #secondlife #sl #slphotography