Tuesday, June 14, 2016

#203 Beachboys By FAT for MWFW 2016
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#203 Beachboys By FAT for MWFW 2016


Menswear Fashion Week 2016 IS open with some amazing things from some of Second Life’s Top Menswear Designers! We will be giving you sneak peaks and more for the entire week!
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12:00pm – 4:00pm SLT — RFL Model Dunk Tank

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Love At James Bond Beach

Making Love In Jamaica At The Iconic James Bond Beach It is a sun splashed day;  the air is silent with the sound of waves  the ocean is moving to the rhythm of crying gulls.  The fine white sand underneath our feet is warm. The crashing waters from a small wind sculpted waterfall swims  into the arms of its mother sea. It is a private beach at a spot in the world  where the Caribbean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean meld. It is a wanting sensation of hot then cold, that teases the senses. The beach is deserted it is only me and the love of my life.  The golden rays of light from the bright morning star  lives in the flow of her platinum blond hair.  In her eyes I can see the bright clear ocean,  with a piercing love glare that beckons me.  Her red lips, her light drenched skin glows  with the beauty of this perfect Jamaican day. Without a thought I grab the back of her head,  jerking my lover's whole body towards me  locking her in the strength of my grasp  inviting her to quench my desire. I bite her lips before engaging in a deep passionate kiss  remove her barely there bikini from her statuesque figure. She embraces me as I lift her in my arms  naked for all the Gods to observe.  I set her down under the refreshing flow of the rushing waterfall.  She attempts to pull at me, but I deny her, hold back both her arms and use my mouth  to suckle her, all the time absorbing the beating waters  that kneads my flesh like so much dough. Suddenly I set her free.  She pounces  like a lioness  a lioness in heat  famished  for the taste of flesh.
 The world dissappears
 I find myself willingly trapped in a void of marvel.

Nature's voice conducts 
an orchestra of emotions.
as a series of divine strokes
We writhe in the ecstasy of touch
finger paints portraits of rapture. 
In one fluid movement our bodies become one.
We dance slow to the precise notes 
of a symphony of love into the arms of serenity.
We explode like a building imploding
There is no end to the flavors we consume.
Cooling waters flame our sins. 
Finally gracefully to the roar of a white sound.
we pass out  naked,
locked in each others arms. 
When we awaken
the fine white sand beach.
we find ourselves lying on 
In That Ancient Place
in the telling shades 
of a Jamaican suntan.
Sponsor: Justin Bordner
Contest Name: Make Love To Me

The sky was orange, red and peach
we strolled towards each other
a smile that got us talking
on a deserted pebbled beach
together slowly walking
on a deserted pebbled beach
till twilight crept unseen
then off reluctantly
The sky now yellow, mauve and blue
we went our separate ways
but first a promise made
next day to meet in the same place.
I stroll alone by water's edge
where the surf briefly meets
on a deserted pebbled beach
searching for a voice
your presence unseen
a smile just out of reach
and would break along the waves
the shore, only to recede two souls forever out of reach on a deserted pebbled beach where a promise was made
we will never know....
was love not meant to grow?
A collaboration by Paul Callus & Kelly Deschler

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