Slap that ass and call it sloppy.
Kiss those lips and call it naughty.
Use your words so incredibly daunting.
Stuck on the film of photographers haunting.
Hard drives reveal past sessions of youth.
Those shoots were full of naughty truths.
Half posed, half proposed, half heartily participated
To fulfill your thirst and provoke your mind
To go with you to the other side.
Look over here and slouch right there
Widen those knees and arch right ...
There it is beautiful, gorgeous, slip this on
And take that off , now let me see no that's not it.
The lighting is off and lots of shadows
Make those adjustments and change those settings
Allow the light to compliment the subject.
I would conclude its a personal form of pornography,
photography revealing the curves in all of nature
The delicate flowers, magnificent power of a lens.
70 to 200 in a spilt of a second
Not even race cars can proclaim
Such amplified precision.