The Picture Book of Eros

Naming is the Mother of Ten Thousand Things

Orion Star

The Original Creative Energy

Prakrit  Static

The Attractive Element

David  Ofran 

The Offer to Divide

Michael Femar

The male mind in the Female Experience

Millie Vase

The vessel for milk

Ice Couture

The daily routine

Yoni Chanda

The michief of the sensual

Naam Kudumba

Our Family

Iruk Riffa

The sitting reflection

Hamsa Manavalli

The heart of the swan

Status Sambor

The continuity of life

Adva Korda

The presumption of the absolute

Build Gates

Recognition of division

Sakun Gether

The first union

Mane Buyou

Reaching for the male initiative

Bret Prodi

Commencement of Training

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Sharon Stone

Practices in clay and marble

R. Tagore

To be tagged for a world's purpose

Maya

A familiarity with chaos

Tom Dick Harry

The commonality of experiences

Pictora

Cultivation the logos of possibilities

Fig Forman

Encounter with a former personality

Mary Boyd

Mother and child

Litar Glomar

Light in darkness

Patin Mughal

A melancholic castle

Matty Lux

A matrix

Hart Eaton

The family of the world

Myceen

A discovery of the dream

Yoni Lingga

One privacy shared with many. The Siva Perception.

The Towers of Rheims

The Towers of Rheims

The pillars of sensuousness on its sides,

Like the towers of Balram upholding light,

Touch the saffron robes of its covers,

And the bright appears in the eyes uncovered,

Squeeze harder and deepen its deliciousness,

Take your tongue to it and lick its hide,

Fair rheims that store the walking sensual,

Awake your masters desire, its pleasure bids,

Joy softly caresses its touch till lingga purrs.

The Buns of Glory

The Buns of Glory

The glory of life lies in the soul,

It may be taken up in the face,

Or it may be brought to the heart,

With knowledge, to the mind,

Where it has served all these needs,

It finds a quite place to serve beauty,

It finds it in the buns, smooth and fine,

There it stays for man to remember,

That the ideal is still self love.