There are dreams in images. There are emotions in songs. There is fantasy in moving pictures.
All these and more rattle our very being. It strikes a chord within. We never cease to endure, or rather reject what is sensual.
Allow me to show you what can no longer be related to, or even remind you of survival and procreation. To a lot of us, that is invisible, and have become non-existent.
bg.. just loves to touch her breasts. i love to watch her unconsciously touch her breasts when we are just sitting down...