Among the Braves

Little White Swan loves her Running Wolf. He is the finest among the braves. Beautiful in more ways than one. His eyes shine like stars against the midnight sky, inviting her to gaze longer.

Little White Swan loves her Running Wolf. He is the finest among the braves. Beautiful in more ways than one. His smile reaches from clan to clan. He is kind, spiritual, and glows like fire, inviting her to warm herself.

Little White Swan loves her Running Wolf. He is the finest among the braves. Beautiful in more ways than one. His skin is smooth and rich like chocolate, tempting her to caress and see if he will melt in her hands.

Little White Swan loves her Running Wolf. He is the finest among the braves. Beautiful in more ways than one. His laugh is happy and joyful like a song beating upon the tribal drum of his heart. He resonates through the woodlands, beckoning her to come dance along.

Little White Swan loves her Running Wolf. He is the finest among the braves. Beautiful in more ways than one. His lips are ripe and desirable like cherries hanging on a tree ready for picking, inviting her to come kiss, and have a taste.

Little White Swan loves her Running Wolf. He is the finest among the braves. Beautiful in more ways than one. He is strong and masculine, with the body of an Alpha warrior ready for battle, inviting her to surrender herself freely into his arms.

Little White Swan loves her Running Wolf. He is the finest among the braves. Beautiful in more ways than one.

Inanna Roxanna Arnett

Copyright October 14, 2017

Photo was taken by me. Photo is of my fiance and was taken November of 2016,  in Sacramento, California.

Inanna Roxanna Photography.

Where Did My Childhood Go?

Where did my childhood go? The one from long ago. She lipped away before I was born. The world I came into had already been torn, ripped apart with festering wounds of the past.

Where did my childhood go? The one from long ago. Along with her simplicity. She was sweet, full of life, and faultless. Her innocence was stolen before she could claim herself.

Where did my childhood go? The one from long ago. Along with her carefree days. They were gone too soon. She cannot recall days of happiness. They are blurred, only memories of pain and sorrow remain.

Where did my childhood go? The one from long ago. She is hidden deep. Like a ghost within, she is barred, trapped, and unable to leave. She screams wanting to be set free.

Where did my childhood go? The one from long ago. She surfaces occasionally, bringing with her a sadness that is raw; ethereal. I hear her, weeping over her crushed spirit, over the scars embedded on her broken heart.

Where did my childhood go. The one from long ago. She slipped away before she was born. I wish to hold her hand, cradle her in my arms, and wipe her falling tears. I miss her, though I don’t remember her. I miss her and long for her presence. If you see her, tell her I miss her and love her.

Where did my childhood go? The one from long ago.

Inanna Roxanna Arnett

Copyright October 14, 2017.

Photograph belongs to me. Photograph taken on the corner of University Drive and Mill Ave in Tempe, Arizona.

Inanna Roxanna Photography.