Were to Her river flows beneath divine silence of know,
Spreading across Her rocky distance spooning ecstasies.

Painted on hues brushed upon forms tingling blissfulness,
Washed upon Her oasis weight upon weight taken grace.

Pleasure laid upon Her summer collecting sensual texture.
Being to Her vastness breath embracing penetrating awe.

Closer turns closer further then kissing-kisses wait for.

poem by James C. Matthews

http://www.facebook.com/bluelist

Thanks James! xoxo!
xoxo,
FF

sombreboite:

Marilyn Monroe

(via mistressmarilynmonroe)

Frantic Femme @ Coney Island by Savannah Spirit — at Coney Island Brooklyn NY.

good morning peeps…
the show’s NOT over…
break some rules today!
i plan to!
xoxo,
frantic

oooookay my peeps….

so with all the censorship, image deletions & restrictions now attached to my facebook profile(s) recently, i am now trying out a new social networking website geared towards artists…

it will be here, on my “My Popped Out” profile, that i will me posting my more, um… risqué photo albums..thoughts..writings..etc, etc..

yaayyy for freedom from censorship in the arts!!!

check it out… i have a feeling that some of you might wanna join me here!!

click the pic for my profile.

xoxo,
frantic

http://mypoppedart.com/profile/FranticFemme

to tumble or to facebook?
to facebook or to tumble?