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Erica Sachse
Posted on December 3, 2011 by Erica Sachse
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……….Almond shaped eyes deeply set in caramel colored skin stare longingly from the bed. A slight tug on her curl beckons you to watch, but do not touch. The white corset that hugs her breasts and hips leave much to the imagination. She breezes through her apartment for an early morning glass of red wine, caught by surprise, yet seemingly, not surprised at all, only amused. A muse, swept away by a lazy Saturday morning. The pleasure of her lingerie and breasts only for her. A dark, well lit secret on 21st and Spruce. A room with a view.
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Erica Sachse
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The female form has always intrigued me. As a woman myself, I am constantly in awe of the different shapes, sizes and colors we come in. Just like most women, I am prone to body envy. And indeed, I had much envy for her body. But she was so comfortable, so modest and unassuming in her skin. I needed to capture that love and appreciate for her female form. I wanted to bottle it up and drink it until I had consumed every last drop of her confidence. Instead of liquid, I created a series of bodily love. She is not posing for you, she is posing for herself. That is what a muse is. You can always look, but you can never touch.
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Erica Sachse
About The Author: Erica Sachse is a sophomore enrolled in the College of the University of Pennsylvania. Class of 2014 – Copyright 2011
