“She moved like morning mist — soft, sure, impossible to hold.
Lace whispered against her skin,
and sunlight, bold and curious, traced every secret curve.
She was not a body, but a breath —
an ache dressed in poetry, disappearing into bloom.”
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You wake before her.
Not because of noise or movement — but because the pull of her body is louder than sleep.
She’s standing in the early shower light, one hand between her thighs like she’s holding in the heat from a dream she didn’t tell you about. The curve of her hip catches steam like silk, and your mouth is already watering before you’ve even said her name.
You step behind her.
No words — not yet. Just hands. One on her waist, the other tracing the outline of her fingers where they rest between those trembling legs.
You don’t move her hand.
You just join it.
Layered fingers now — hers beneath, yours guiding — and together you press against her slowly, deeply, like prayer. Her breath catches. Not because she’s surprised, but because she’s ready. Like she was waiting for you to come and finish what her dream started.
And when she finally moans — soft, needy, sacred — you lean into her neck and whisper:
“This is how I worship you. One wet breath at a time.“
l'm Camille(@camila_rodhes) from France.
I started with digital photography 10 years ago and I have been mostly shooting night life. I always wanted to experiment with film and I finally went for it in the recent years.
It really differs from digital photography not only
because it has beautiful grain but also because it is a
different approach. You think and see in a new way. It is
magic.
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Bathed in morning light, her silhouette rests like a sculpture upon linen — soft curves framed in lace and shadow, where elegance breathes between stillness and motion.
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Adorned in liquid silver and midnight shadows, her form becomes living sculpture—each curve traced by jewels, each breath a whisper of untamed elegance, where sensuality meets the art of restraint.
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Bathed in the embrace of nature, skin kissed by water and light, a figure dissolves into the stillness — a quiet moment where body, ink, and earth become one harmonious canvas of serenity and strength.
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