Night after day, day after night.
White after black, black after white.
Fight after peace, peace after fight.
Life after death, death after life
Lyrics from Opposites by Eric Clapton
I wrote a post about a wonderful outing with my daughter this week, and where I ended up sending her a close-up image of my nipple, and where, within several seconds she edited the image, and showed me what she had done.
“See, the ball looks like a drop of water.”
I smiled, and in that moment realized that we have set a giant step, a step back to a mother-daughter relationship where we can share a bit more of intimate details with each other – something I hadn’t thought would ever happen again.
The image below is not the one she edited, but it’s close to what she had done that day…
© Rebel’s Notes
Note: This post has been chosen of one of the top 5 images of Lexy for Sinful Sunday week 441. This is what she said:
This closeup is exquisite. I love the selective focus that makes a soft landscape of Marie’s nipple; the way she has captured incredibly fine detail even while obscuring so much; and how the richness of the skin’s texture is emphasized by the smoothness of the ball. This is a luminous and lovely image, and I can absolutely understand why she was proud to share it with her daughter.