Poem: Farewell My Siren
FAREWELL MY SIREN (For Venus) The blood red roses have died in the vase, Their long stems wilted, And the thorns blunted That …
The freckle fetish is an essential kink for individuals who appreciate the effect that decorative imperfections have when seen on very pale skin. The patterns that freckles make on the face lead the fetishist to speculate about how complex they might be on the rest of the body and the thought of that nakedness becomes less about the exposure of the figure than finding the answer to that puzzle.
The frequency of freckles, their size, depth of colour and density complicate the surface of the skin, emphasising movement, tautness and curve in an easy, organic way that seduces the eye almost subliminally. The longer a fetishist can look at and enjoy a heavily freckled individual, the deeper the visual delirium becomes for them. In varied lighting, against a variety of backgrounds and with a selective use of colour where clothing is concerned-the endless capacity of freckles to add interest to any area of revealed skin shouldn’t be underestimated.
Freckles have become so closely associated with redheads that they have become a vital third part of a multiple fetish. Red hair and white skin would be significant enough on their own terms but with the random, organic patterning of pigment to visually bind them together, the continued power of this fetish becomes clear.
FAREWELL MY SIREN (For Venus) The blood red roses have died in the vase, Their long stems wilted, And the thorns blunted That …
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A red rose is the very definition of romantic delirium even if its stem is an emblem for potential pain. Flagellation or flogging …
I feel more naked if my face is seen without make-up than when I have no clothes on. It’s so natural for me …