She comes to me with the moonlight pouring over her,
cascading like waves on her night-dappled skin.
Her breasts, full and heavy, drip;
the cream of her womanhood sliding slowly down.
The future passes before her,
held warm and tight in her womb.
She is all curves and roundness and beautiful;
she carries her child.
Tonight she is the embodiment of a goddess,
her milk-white neck stretching as she breathes...
by Carrie Bartkowiak
photography by Milan Sabata
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