Can we just skip the bashfulness that comes with meeting new people,
and get right into photographing you in the nude? I'd like that more.
You see, I'm not afraid of disaster anymore. I've fallen off of a steep
edge and broke the smallest bones in my body, and once they were at their
weakest, my larger bones attacked in order to ensure their reign over my
skeletal shape. A perfect design, drawn out from my ambitious bone marrow.
So don't be afraid when I want to tie you to the bed and beat onto your
throat with my tongue. It won't be verbal, but you'll feel it when I'm
finished, and you just might thank me, or applaud me when I'm done.
Can we just skip the reservedness, and you unpack your secret desires,
like love during wildfires, and those animals lying in the burning brush.
