in Sun, Silk, Sand, Skin (40 photos)

by WDH


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“My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress when she walks treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. William Shakespeare (Sonnet 130) ”



Pearls and Fur

featuring MelissaJean


FLASHion Show

featuring MelissaJean


Blonde In Boots

featuring MelissaJean


One Last Time

featuring Donyx


Vespa retro red night

featuring Sirithil


Sheer Crimson

featuring RejinaLynn

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