Snapshot #1

                As this is the first of the ‘snapshots’ series, a little explanation to start things off.  A snapshot in this sense is a visual moment in time that I remember.  Sometimes I’m in the moment and think to myself, “This is a beautiful, awesome moment, I want to remember every detail,” so I’ll mentally pause and try to take in the details of the moment so that I can remember that scene, and call it back to mind at will when I need to think of something beautiful.  I try to have a mental library of these ‘snapshots’ to call upon.  Since this is a blog about the erotic it goes without saying that these will follow that theme, but it is something that I apply to the rest of my life and there are many varieties of these snapshots.  This series is meant to express those images in words.  I think it will be an interesting exercise.  They will be a short paragraph, an image in words, likely without context.  

She’s a landscape of curves.  Her head rests on my chest, her hair texturing her curves.  The curves start at her neck, gently, down to her collarbone, swelling around her pale breast, from her shoulder down to her hips, sweeping down her thighs, disappearing into the sheets.  Her lovely soft skin, soft curves pressed against my own skin.  Her landscape, one the mind can lose itself in, one curve leading to the next, sliding down, then back up again, infinite possibilities for tracing each one.