A Covenant of Secret Sins

Sweet boy, come in
I am the dark side of you
Die for my sins
Like the One once did

Cinnamon bed
For your unashamed appetite
A figurante

This dance will hurt like hell
Oh, bare grace misery
Just a child without a fairytale am I
Dark but so lovely
Little Match Girl freezing in the snow

When done with me
Forget if you think I feel ashamed
A wild thing
Never felt sorry for anything

Love lying, enticing
Crowning the moment
This is what I am
Bare grace for the end of days

-Nightwish


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Photographer/Model/etc: me

EDIT: let me post a comment I wrote in reply to someone here in the description (albeit, a little more fleshed out). I think it important that this is seen, despite having to shake my head at needing to say it at all:

I did not post this for attention. In fact, I deliberated for a good amount of time if I even wanted to put this up for display online because I was *sure* that there'd be negativity put forth, even though only the line of my hip shows. I fully expected it to be one of those pictures that was mostly ignored because I know that most people watch me for my fashion sets. But, I was proud of the piece, and it didn't cross any personal boundaries (eg, I will *never* flash my tits, ass, or girly funbits for pictures). I was not paid to do this, and unless someone choses to buy a print to appreciate its art, I will not profit from shooting it. I shot it for the unadulterated exultation of celebrating the sensuality in my nature. Hence, I shared it here, hoping others could find joy in it such as I had in creating it.

It was composed with the intent of drawing the viewer's eyes to the face and hand posing, so that while that line of torso/hip is visible, that's not where one's attention lingers. It's all about the expression; an ode to those breathless secret liasons and the sparkling euphoria of seducing and being seduced.

If there's a 'deeper meaning' than that required, then no, there is none. But I think that to dismiss the erotic and voluptuous as something second-rate, cheap, and not worthy of art, does a great disservice to commemorating a significant aspect of life and our innate characters.