If you’re a True Blood fanatic like I am, then you already know who this is….it’s Jason Stackhouse, or Australian born actor Ryan Kwanten. Here he is looking delectable in a photoshoot for the September2009 issue of GQ magazine. Check him out… looking all……all… well, damn…LoL.
Photographs by Carter Smith
(“Bold as Love”–by TwistedSuicide–www.deviantart.com)
(Inspired by Alexandria Standi’s prompt of: Bold)
Even when we only speak….
I long to give you solace…
to house your very pain
deep in the palms of my hands..
so that your tears will wash them away as I caress your cheek.
I want to draw lions in your soul
and clean your wounds with my love…
I race against shooting stars just to reach you
House you in velvet mansions
where the lull of summer is everpresent
and my scent clings to you like your own.
My love is bold…
Colorful against the cynics…
I feel your every heartbeat in my breathing…
I embrace the abandon
I embrace the release, the freedom…
I hold my own.
I love you in ways and places that I never knew existed.
Soothe my soul with the warmth of your body…
I am not scared.
I will not give up.
I will not give in.
I inebriate myself with passion…
Filling the atmosphere with intense emotions
like rainclouds until I explode
in flourescent streaks of lightning…
My energy spent…
Fall into your arms…
Our love is my biggest adventure.
Best known as the girlfriend of Kanye West, Amber Rose is making waves as a model. I think she’s unique and gorgeous and ummm…have u seen the body on this girl? She’s FIERCE in the below photo shoot from the August/September issue of Complex magazine.
Photography By Matt Doyle; Styling By Anoma Ya Whittaker
“Only through art can we emerge from ourselves and know what another person sees. “
(“Passion” By Utzu–www.deviantart.com)
Pressed against you urgently…
I crave this…
Burning with intensity…
I am furious with passion…
Flickering across your skin like hot flames…
Moving fingertips like silken snakes…
Feline arches as you thrust yourself against my pliant moans…
I am a vision of abandon.
Releasing tears and shouts
into the velvet dark of your sheets…
Kiss the lines of my curves…
Savor the sweet rivulets of my wine…
I crush your heart with my thighs…
I want nothing more than soft fingers
playing with the pearl of my passion…
I crave the satin lined crevices of your face…
Nibble at the honeyed flesh at the tops of your shoulders
Kiss at your collarbone
as you dig into gardens fresh with roses and jasmine…
I want to combust in open flames that singe the sheets
and make me cringe with every cell of my existence.
I sigh.
I do not love you yet…
But I crave you now.
I adore this girl… unique in her own right, gorgeous, fresh… talented songwriter and performer…and her style is siiiiick. Check out these amazing photos of her from the August/September 2009 issue of Complex magazine.
[Illustration by So-Me; Photos by Matt Doyle; Styling by Mariel Haenn]
There is nothing of my past I need…
and no remnant of a memory I want.
I am intoxicated with the power of my own mind…
Floating above myself in gilt ribbons of fascination…
I don’ t need you to keep me warm.
My rabid determination carries me on waves…
I am the ocean…
Beautiful and glimmering in my calm…
and simultaneously raging with furious change …
My world is in constant movement.
I breathe my own air…
Hold my own hand…
Face my own destiny….
I no longer feel the weight of love never realized…
My heart no longer marbled with your saccharine affections.
I taste my own honey…
and hold out my soul like a pearl…
Glowing with the ferocity of a full moon…
the beacon to my own shadowy lengths….
I know the difference between evolution and revolution.
I no longer spin tapestries
of fantastic romances that drape only my heart.
I no longer move in circles…
facing you with different faces…
Now I see my own…
and so I reach out to mold it, change it…recreate it…
Thrust myself against the winds…
caress my golden curves of sanded brown…
touch myself…
I shed you like dirty clothes….
spit you out like a bad taste in my mouth.
I am no longer the scorned woman…
I shed my skin…
I am born again.
“Like a cloud dropping rain
I’m discarding all thought
I’ll dry up, leaving puddles on the ground
I’m like an opening band for the sun
Push me, pull me
I’ve had enough, said enough, felt enough, I’m fine, still in it”
“Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves. “
