
VulvaNudeVulva by ~the-picture-girl
Sitting relaxed, carefree.
Can I join you?
Smiling, don't be shy.
Unsure, afraid
Ashamed
Fabric falling softly,
Smooth skin.
You're beautiful.
It's ugly.
Why?
I was told it's so.
May I?
Peering, gazing kindly
May I?
Touching, brushing lightly
You're beautiful.
Curiosity
Yours is different
But beautiful
Like mine?
Like yours.
May I?
Spreading, opening
May I?
Exploring, intrigued
I love it.
I love yours.

How the Willow Came to Grow by WaterThere are creatures, beings of nature that live in the world, beings that give spirit and life to everything. Each tree has its respective dryad, each body of water its nymph. Each stone and flower and blade of grass has a residing energy within it, a spark of Spirit. Long ago there was a dryad who was of the willow trees. She was lonely and walked the forest trails seeking out a companion. One day she came upon a small pond, and seated upon a rock that lay at its shoreline was a nymph. Her blue-hued skin rippled in the dappled sunlight as she gingerly combed through her long hair. The dryad, never having seen a nymph or such a beautiful creaHow the Willow Came to Grow by Water by ~the-picture-girl