Prowl in the Night on Sinful Sunday

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

Pablo Neruda

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Sinful Sunday where it is all about the image.
Prowl week #355


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32 thoughts on “Prowl in the Night on Sinful Sunday”

  1. Both versions are INCREDIBLE but I’m partial to the full and living colour. I’m so much a lover of Neruda’s poetry and you have absolutely captured the energy of his lines, here.

  2. A stunning photograph May. I love to see you appearing from the darkness, on the prowl, with your gorgeous breasts barely constrained in that wonderfully crisp white shirt. A tour de force. CP xx

  3. It’s very primal May, which is why I love it so much. Your man takes great pics, so keep giving him suggestions. This would make a nice series.
    Personally I prefer the colour image, because I love your flesh tones. Were these taken on your recent vacation?

  4. There is something about this image that I so incredibly sexy. The lighting which creates those sultry shadows and the way the shirt is doing its best to constrain you is all so divine


  5. Oh my God, May, this is perfect! The expanse of flesh against the blouse, the crawling pose. I particularly like the mono version, too, as the shadows somehow seem more dramatic.

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