
Eris in Love
a work of pure fiction
They call it a trust fall. I call it spiritual skydiving. Love, sex, divinity - and how they are all connected. At least in my lil universe.
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a work of pure fiction

"Go fuck yourself" so they say as if that would be punishment But I think to myself "Would that I could..." If I could fuck myself – I would start standing face to face with me I would take my hands in mine, and wrap them around my waist around my neck in a deep embrace I would bury my nose in my neck and inhale deeply I would take a handful of my hair in my hand grip, not pull – just fill my hand…

A lil poem about... landscapes.

Old home/new home

Embracing my self

My obsession with power lines continues.

What’s love got to do with it? Everything. Everything. I’ve opened up now that door to the deepest part of me that beautiful box that my hundreds of lovers have dipped into indulged in tasted Everything is pouring out now is coming forth Are you ready? ----------------- As the years the lovers went by the line between sex and love grew thinner blurred Because what is love if not attention and…

If you don't want to really know me, back away slowly.

I am a sexual woman

There is a holy mother in all of the tales

Fuck getting old


Eris strikes again

Land of storms and angels.

A story of sexual and spiritual surrender ... inspired by a Nebraska night

I just so happen to be here.

In ourselves.

Trees and sky

Please zoom out.

An acrylic foray into the animal kingdom.