Steamy

Like hot air rising she always keeps me on that high. Do you feel it? I ask myself over and over again as these chemicals bounce around my brain. Before I can gracefully fall she slowly shoots some more oxytocin into my synapses as she leisurely slips into the shower. I watch her figure strut from bed to bathroom. Eyes fixated on her figure, her feminine form and ethereal beauty. She has me and she knows it. After cooling off she lights the mandatory cigarette - ash falls to my bathroom's floor. I lay there breathless, still staring, still wondering - how can I be so naturally intoxicated with ones presecence & being.

Photographer: Sven Kristian
Model: Heidi Van Berg