It has been a long time since I've done a self-photoshoot in my room since I was busy with life and work and all. But now that I got the time, I went straight back to doing it.
But out of all the nude photos I took (my self-photoshoots are mostly me being naked. It's art. Deal with it), this portrait of mine speaks to me the loudest:
There were a lot of things and mixed feelings I got while I was looking at this picture, or while I was even editing it. Not so much when I was shooting it, because I was just posing for the heck of my theme, "lust in love."
Poetry, song, melodies, a short story—everything was jumbled up in my head. But I think it speaks to me mostly of freedom. Freedom for my womanhood.
I was ready to embrace my body, my inner desires, my lust, my intimacy, and myself towards this kind of woman that I am now. It makes me want to let my partner carress me softly, slowly.
The sigh of relief that I am able to be who I want to be and be confident in my own skin—that I am able to breathe in the freedom I've longed for for so long. And of course, I'm embracing my sexual side.
Lemme quickly share a short poetry I just made right now:
Interlocking freedom with confidence
Serendipity high in my mind, boils down to my body
I can finally breathe. Finally. Normally. Slowly.
I see you everytime I touch myself.
Let me embrace this woman I've created.
Let me make love to her first
Allow me to break her silence secretly
Exclusivity, I'll give you an orgasm to intimacy.