As Alex sat behind her, his touch a reverent caress upon her shoulders, their eyes met in a silent communion of souls. Jasmine softly touched his hands and forearms in a way that invited him to caress her breasts as he kissed her cheek. With a soft sigh, Jasmine leaned back, her lips seeking his in a tender kiss that spoke volumes of unspoken promises and untold dreams...

Sometimes you have to take a moment to step back and embrace your roots. You have to remind yourself that you come, beautifully made. Every time you sport your kinks, your naps, your curls, you turn heads and change perceptions. Rock your curls girls. Be confident, bold and authentic. Never let your self-worth be defined by someone’s opinion of you...

Against a backdrop of silent waters, blue sky and a warm breeze, earthSista Luna and earthBrotha Anwar wasted no time stripping down and baring all to nature. Deep kisses became deeper as both could not wait to taste each other, bringing blissful pleasure to one another.

I remember when I used to attend ArtMonday’s at Atlanta’s Apache Cafe as simply a photographer and artist. I’d walk in from a hard workday of a grind that was not mind doing work that, while it was substantive, it was also soulless to me and would leave me drained. So when I would get here it was like a baptism for my soul; a creative baptism in a communion of artists, photographers, models, DJs all finding their voices. It was rejuvenating…

...Momentary strolls that were reflective, imaginative, provocative and creative led to some revealing moments in which beauty both inside and out was exposed. And, from what I see, with this exposure… through this unveiling… there is a serenity. There is a euphoric communion with nature that is liberating...

When the day was over and his head was low and the drink was not enough, the GoddessYEME was there. She felt his struggles because his pains were hers, just as hers’ had always been his. So with a single, delicate touch, the frustrations of a day’s trials began to ease...