Leopard and Cub
This was in the middle of a safari I had gone on through the Serengeti plains. We came across a lone leopard lurking around this tree. It had just hunted down some sort of beast. As we crept closer (in the Jeep), it stared right at us with these intense cold eyes. Our guide told us that we should leave and come back at the crack of dawn the next morning to hopefully see the leopard feasting in the tree.
So we returned in the morning to find the leopard and it’s cub frolicking in the tree. And suddenly I saw everything in a different light.
by Raphael Villet
Yeah yeah yeah ok, you were my first love. I once pulled my hair out thinking about you (us).
In that car parked in the cul-de-sac… our bodies intertwined, my fingers flirted across your shirt, across your pants, failing to reach the skin hidden underneath. I bet it was colored cream and of course, so soft and you knew it too: just how much I betted.
Nine years later and I tell myself that I ain’t trippin’. I’ve finally found some skin that loves me oh boy it does, and I love her for real.
by Louise Hatton
This photo reminds me of my first love who would always turn up unexpected with flowers.