A warm breeze, shattered glass, and wild weeds creeping through every crack...
I slipped into an old, forgotten greenhouse โ overgrown, silent, and thick with forbidden energy.
This first series is still softโฆ a sensual whisper.
The worn analog filter blurs reality just enough to reveal a world slightly twisted โ
as if the place itself remembers every moan once echoing through the leaves.
But this is just the beginningโฆ
The next post will burn hotter, bodies bared a little more, boundaries pushed furtherโฆ ๐ก๏ธ๐
โLร oรน les fleurs ne poussent plus, les corps sโรฉpanouissentโฆโ
(Where flowers no longer bloom, bodies blossom.)
Until then, I hope these images awaken your senses โ
and leave you wanting more. ๐๐ฆ
With love & kisses,
Juliette ๐
Donโt forget to like, comment, favorite, and share, you wonderful people!
Make sure to check out our other posts! ๐