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A soft skin that wraps around a body that
rests on a bed, covered by a white sheet.
Fleshy and open lips look at you and look
for you. You feel the breath, you can hear it.
You will not need words, or colors, you just will
need to feel the image. The image will speak
for itself. You are going to see nude as the
most delicate and sensual creation of man,
you are going to see a sexual dawn, you will feel
a drop of wine falling on your skin, you are go-
ing to hear the agitation of a beautiful woman.
A
mixture
between
photography,
fash-
ion, art and sensuality; something that I
personally would name: a hell in heaven.
Ce Colonel
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