She is a study of perfect repose. An alabaster goddess reclined on her throne. An image of mysterious sensuality mimicking the glossy, rounded contours of the grand piano. I capture not only her photo in this indoor boudoir shoot, but the infinity of her reflection in the polished wood. A mirror of creamy flesh and black lace, of ebony and ivory keys ushering the purest of notes. She is cafe au lait waiting to be stirred and gently sipped. A dollop of whipped cream swirled with the darkest fudge. Tempting the palate and the senses. This picture speaks more than a thousand words. It whispers innermost secrets. Forbidden desires. Come closer…if you dare… Let us get lost together… I capture the sweep or her mahogany hair, note its fluid tumble past the cliffs of her back. The lens follows the serpentine curves of her body, each rise and fall like gently rolling hills. I almost envy the intimate caress of a sheer black stocking or a strap that could so easily slip from a satiny shoulder. What does this muse contemplate in her softly veiled lair? Does she even notice me, or am I a mere shadow paying homage?
Location: Denver, Colorado.
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