I confess that although my paintings may not be erotic (Unlike my writing *eyebrow wiggle*) it is such an amazing spiritual place...it leaves me feeling as satisfied as a fun romp in the hay.
I confess that even though I live in the south...I'm a lil too afraid of what lives in said hay to ever have a romp in it.
However....I further confess that I probably don't have that many other limitations to the location of a romp.
My final confession for the moment? I should probably turn my filter on sometimes...(and perhaps even surpass the "low" and "medium" settings & go straight to high!)
