Posts Tagged With: Breasts

in her i had everything

Posted on 06/03/2022 by Nightpoet

“A thought that sometimes makes me hazy:

Am I – or are the others crazy?”

~ Albert Einstein ~

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Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of the mineral Sepiolite taken in Paris in May 2018.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Attempts, Backs, Balling, Bed, Blue, Brambles, Bread, Breasts, Butter, Clocks, Clutter, Digital Imagery, Emotions, Grumbles, Guests, Imagination, Lies, Life, Lifetimes, Lips, Love, Morning, Pandora's Box, Paris, Passion, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Preambles, Science, Semblance, Socks, Spikes, Tacks, Tests, Truth, Trysts, Tumbles | 1 Comment

embonpoint

Posted on 22/01/2022 by Nightpoet

“I know my breasts, small as plums, would win no blue ribbons.

But in your hands they tremble and fill with song like plump, white birds.”

~ Cecilia Llompart ~

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Digitally enhanced and colourised image created from an analog black and white photo taken in November 1981.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Art, Breasts, Composing, Digital Imagery, Erotica, Faustus, Helen, Music, Painting, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Sculpture, Sex, Writing | 1 Comment

SIREN

Posted on 23/12/2021 by Nightpoet

“It is natural to indulge in the illusions of hope.

We are apt to shut our eyes to that siren

until she allures us to our death.”

~ Gertrude Stein ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in September 2019.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Balls, Beauty, Breasts, Capitulation, Carnal, Death, Depth, Digital Imagery, Dung, Emotions, Erotica, Finality, Finger, Flies, Flotsam, Folly, Heart, Licentious, Life, Love, Music, Nipples, Orgasmic, Oscillations, Passion, Perspective, Phallus, Photography, Poetry, Sailors, Seduction, Sex, Siren, Slaughter, Suckled | 1 Comment

THE ANGEL OF DEATH

Posted on 15/11/2021 by Nightpoet

“Is it possible that existence is our exile

and nothingness our home?”

~ Emile M. Cioran ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in Cimetière du Montparnasse in Paris in May 2018.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Angel, Beauty, Breasts, Breath, Death, Digital Imagery, Embrace, Eyes, Hand, Heart, Heaven, Hell, Imagination, Kiss, Life, Light, Love, Memories, Nothingness, Paris, Passion, Past, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Shadows, Soul, Time, Wings | 1 Comment

NOT QUITE MOUTHFULS

Posted on 28/10/2021 by Nightpoet

“And I thought to myself how those

fast little articles forget everything, everything,

while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their nymphancy.”

~ Vladimir Nabokov ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of street art taken in Paris in June 2018.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Breasts, Choirs, Copses, Creeks, Demoiselles, Digital Imagery, Fabric, Forests, Lullabies, Moths, Mouthfuls, Nipples, Nymphs, Onanistic, Orgasms, Paris, Patterns, Photography, Pirouettes, Poetry, Ravens, Spiders, Street Art, Sylphs, Webs, Woods | 1 Comment

SOFT LIES

Posted on 18/06/2021 by Nightpoet

“It is hot, the light is strong and I have an extraordinary sense of clarity,

although quite what is clear I cannot express.”

~ Lyudmila Ulitskaya ~

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Digitally enhanced image created in May 2012 from a painting by G. Barth.

Categories: Painting, Poetry | Tags: Brain, Breasts, Digital Imagery, Heart, Lies, Love, Nipples, Painting, Passion, Perspective, Poetry, Psilocybin, Semen, Smile, Sweat, Toadstool | 1 Comment

MOON WHISPERS

Posted on 16/04/2021 by Nightpoet

“I see the moon like a clipped piece of silver.

Like gilded bees the stars cluster round her.”

~ Oscar Wilde ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken somewhere in west central France in 2006.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Breasts, Breath, Digital Imagery, Kiss, Light, Moon, Night, Nipples, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Spires, Touch, Veil, Whisper | 1 Comment

THE EPITOME OF SIN

Posted on 25/03/2021 by Nightpoet

“The only difference between the saint and the sinner

is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.”

~ Oscar Wilde ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of a painting, taken in Paris, date unknown.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Anticipation, Breasts, Brushes, Desire, Digital Imagery, Eyes, Grace, Hair, Palette, Passion, Perfection, Perspective, Photography, Plaster, Poetry, Sin, Wall, Wine | 1 Comment

BEDSIDE WIT

Posted on 30/01/2021 by Nightpoet

“I can resist anything except temptation.”

~ Oscar Wilde ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in Paris in May 2011.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Bedside, Blind, Bones, Breasts, Clouds, Digital Imagery, Eyes, Face, Guilt, Jester, Judge, Jury, Justice, Lines, Magic, Moon, Night, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Shadows, Thighs, Tones, Wit | 1 Comment

AN OLDER MAN

Posted on 06/01/2021 by Nightpoet

“Older men are wiser and that is much cooler to me.

I think you have more of an adventure with an older man.

And a happier journey.”

~ Emilia Fox ~

Digital painting created in 1999.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Affection, Anticipation, Breasts, Digital Imagery, Expectation, Experience, Hunger, Intimacy, Nipples, Older Man, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Sensual | 1 Comment

ROSE IS A ROSE IS A ROSE IS A ROSE

Posted on 03/11/2020 by Nightpoet

“And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest,
Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast,
Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air,
The soul of her beauty and love lay bare.”

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley ~

Digitally enhanced image created in November 2020.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Balled, Beauty, Breasts, Cheek, Digital Imagery, Morning, Mouth, Nipples, Passion, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Roses, Sheets, Sleep, Summer | 1 Comment

TEAT TIPIS

Posted on 23/09/2020 by Nightpoet

“Most of our ancestors were not perfect ladies and gentlemen.

The majority of them weren’t even mammals.”

~ Robert Anton Wilson ~

Digitally enhanced image from a untitled illustration by Geoffrey Bartholomew created in 1980.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Ancestors, Babbles, Banners, Breasts, Digital Imagery, Imagination, Knots, Lips, Milky, Mornings, Night, Ninnies, Nipple, Nuts, Perspective, Pips, Poetry, Polyester, Proud, Quips, Rhymes, Shadows, Skin, Teats, Terpsichore, Tie-Dyed, Tipis, Tongue, Trees, Twats, Twisters, Words | 1 Comment

OVERKILL

Posted on 21/09/2020 by Nightpoet

“Nobody leaves this place without singing the blues.”

~ Albert Collins ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in Paris in June 2019.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Blues, Bombs, Breasts, Breath, Chaos, Circles, Corner, Darkness, Death, Digital Imagery, Distress, Extreme Unction, Finger, Glasses, Life, Madness, Mess, Milk, Neck, Neglect, Overkill, Paris, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Purple, Scene, Shadows, Spirals, Virgin Birth | 1 Comment

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

Posted on 14/09/2020 by Nightpoet

“A closed mouth catches no flies.”

~ Miguel De Cervantes ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in Paris in June 2018.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Balled, Blossoms, Breasts, Brushed, Coins, Digital Imagery, Doors, Dreamer, Emotions, Eyes, Felt, Floor, Life, Loins, Love, Memories, Nipples, Paris, Passion, Photography, Poetry, Sex, Shivers, Sighs, Sin, Siren, Song, Spring, Teats, Thighs, Wall | 1 Comment

IN HER I HAD EVERYTHING

Posted on 20/08/2020 by Nightpoet

“A thought that sometimes makes me hazy:

Am I – or are the others crazy?”

~ Albert Einstein ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo of the mineral Sepiolite taken in Paris in May 2018.

LIVING WITH THE RISKS

Posted on 03/08/2020 by Nightpoet

“Everything is dangerous.

If it wasn’t so, life wouldn’t be worth living.”

~ Oscar Wilde ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in Paris in May 2019.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Breasts, Bristle, Contagious, Contenders, Crown, Curtain, Delicate, Digital Imagery, Emotions, Feelings, Feet, Fingers, Fists, Heart, Life, Love, Memories, Outrageous, Pages, Paris, Passion, Past, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Pretenders, Risks, Salt, Sex, Sing, Slept, Splinters, Stage, Thistle, Threats, Throat, Throne, Ticket, Tongue, Whistle | 1 Comment

LINES FOR A LOVER NOT NEXT TO ME

Posted on 05/07/2020 by Nightpoet

“Absence – that common cure of love.”

~ Lord Byron ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in Paris in August 2017.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Anguish, Beauty, Breasts, Breath, Centuries, Darkness, Dawn, Death, Desperation, Devour, Digital Imagery, Emotions, Exist, Eyes, Feeling, Heart, Imagination, Imprisoned, Life, Love, Memories, Night, Oblivion, Paris, Passion, Past, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Season, Sleepless, Stars, Time, Walls, Wish, Worlds | 1 Comment

THUMPER

Posted on 27/06/2020 by Nightpoet

“The very essence of romance is uncertainty.”

~ Oscar Wilde ~

Enhanced image developed from a digital painting created in Spring 2000.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Bait, Beauty, Bones, Breasts, Cheeks, Darkness, Digital Imagery, Dream, Emotions, Fishing, Gasping, Gills, Hands, Kisses, Lean, Light, Limbs, Lines, Love, Lungs, Moon, Moonlight, Night, Nipples, Opiate, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Reason, Ribs, Sex, Sigh, Skin, Sleep, Squirm, Time, Touch, Worm | 1 Comment

THE VERY FIRST TIME

Posted on 22/05/2020 by Nightpoet

“The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started.”

~ T. S. Eliot ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken on the Canary Island of La Palma in 1994.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Beauty, Bistros, Blind Man, Braille, Breasts, Cafés, Conversing, Dance, Digital Imagery, Drinking, Eating, Emotions, Fingers, Life, Love, Memories, Night, Nipples, Nuance, Pale, Passion, Past, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Restaurants, Savouring, Secretions, Sex, Square, Summer, Sweat, Time, Wetness, Window | 3 Comments

SERPENTINE EYES

Posted on 06/05/2020 by Nightpoet

“I will have my serpent’s tongue,

my woman’s voice, my sexual voice, my poet’s voice.

I will overcome the tradition of silence.”

~ Gloria E. Anzaldúa ~

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in September 2007.

Categories: Photography, Poetry | Tags: Beauty, Breasts, Darkness, Death, Desire, Digital Imagery, Emotions, Erotica, Eyes, Face, Fire, Fists, Fuck, Hiss, Life, Lips, Love, Magma, Naked, Nipples, Passion, Perspective, Photography, Poetry, Pumice, Serpentine, Sex, Shining, Snake-Like, Suck, Sweating, Tattered, Thighs, Torn, Wet | 1 Comment

Posts Tagged With: Breasts

“A thought that sometimes makes me hazy:

Am I – or are the others crazy?”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“I know my breasts, small as plums, would win no blue ribbons.

But in your hands they tremble and fill with song like plump, white birds.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“It is natural to indulge in the illusions of hope.

We are apt to shut our eyes to that siren

until she allures us to our death.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Is it possible that existence is our exile

and nothingness our home?”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“And I thought to myself how those

fast little articles forget everything, everything,

while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their nymphancy.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“It is hot, the light is strong and I have an extraordinary sense of clarity,

although quite what is clear I cannot express.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“I see the moon like a clipped piece of silver.

Like gilded bees the stars cluster round her.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“The only difference between the saint and the sinner

is that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“I can resist anything except temptation.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Older men are wiser and that is much cooler to me.

I think you have more of an adventure with an older man.

And a happier journey.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest,Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast,Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air,The soul of her beauty and love lay bare.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Most of our ancestors were not perfect ladies and gentlemen.

The majority of them weren’t even mammals.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Nobody leaves this place without singing the blues.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“A closed mouth catches no flies.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“A thought that sometimes makes me hazy:

Am I – or are the others crazy?”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Everything is dangerous.

If it wasn’t so, life wouldn’t be worth living.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“Absence – that common cure of love.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“The very essence of romance is uncertainty.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

“I will have my serpent’s tongue,

my woman’s voice, my sexual voice, my poet’s voice.

I will overcome the tradition of silence.”

SPREAD THE WORD:

Like this:

NIGHTPOET

WELCOME TO NIGHTPOETRY

“And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest,
Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast,
Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air,
The soul of her beauty and love lay bare.”