She’d been modeling for him over the past sixteen years, and while technology moved on, their dances didn’t change. Clifford hated the flat boredom of video. It lacked the latent image, the romance of a movie camera. And he had no patience for editing. He captured only what was raw and real, a single reel. The seduction. The long lines and curves of revelation. And no one moved with him the way Roxanne did, her head falling back and her hair sliding across her face as if under her complete control and not that of gravity. She was a greater force than Nature could summon. If this was to be their last dance, he couldn’t bear to part with it. Not after so long. Not after having let go of her time and again to the highest bidder, selling off the love and lust she coaxed from him.
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Part two of the third and final planned collaboration with the alluring @___luciferaisback___. Her photos, my edit and words inspired by the shots. It was a huge honor, Linda. Thank you for being so amenable to collaborating!
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