My belovèd and I were enjoying this photo together this morning, and though I really don’t want to get picture-centered here (I am a writer after all, in some fashion), it is too marvelous not to share.
Her devotion is
so clearly seen. Her face is
inside him, or as close as can physically be managed. His care and appreciation are equally evident: the hand on her head is not so much forceful — though we could assume that it would be if necessary — as confident and relaxed. Stroking, admiring, loving her service, appreciative, and grateful.
I love his mirrored hands. I said this morning: I really hope he doesn’t drop the wine glass... but I kinda think he does.
Two more small points to appreciate.
One, her dress is pulled up to reveal her bottom. Is there, perhaps, a cabinet with a glass door behind her? Or a mirror? Either way, it seems evident that she knows what he loves and has arranged to present that beauty to him as best she can.
And two... I
have to have those yummy heels. Um... not for me. As a gift :o)
— Frenulum
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