An area of quickening rhythms that abide us all in red fury. The last look before dying, the time when the greatness of the sun sets casting golden nets on the radiance of our curves, and in being caught by cupids lust, hours lost in a bestial haze.
*I do not claim to have taken any of these pictures of videos. This is merely a collection of the ecstatic beauty I find in the sensual.
**I do accept photos that can remain anonymous if you so like, or public if you wanted for such a thing to occur. I do not post everything I get, but I am a face behind this tumblr that loves to hear encouraging and constructive words. Be it vile or uplifting, I am listening.
passionsinred@gmail.com
*I do not claim to have taken any of these pictures of videos. This is merely a collection of the ecstatic beauty I find in the sensual.
**I do accept photos that can remain anonymous if you so like, or public if you wanted for such a thing to occur. I do not post everything I get, but I am a face behind this tumblr that loves to hear encouraging and constructive words. Be it vile or uplifting, I am listening.
passionsinred@gmail.com
