Flames of Passion

A public-spirited blogger posted some smaller versions of these images on his blog, and that was enough to set me off to hunt down some larger sizes.

I'm delighted to say I succeeded -- and I am utterly hooked on these images.

There's something so compelling about them. I wish I was a hippy, playing naked with fire.

I love the contrasts, the darkness around them and the blazing flames, the soft tenderness of their exposed skin.

Why am I never invited to events like this, damnit?

Probably because I'd be hanging around like a rutting pervert, camera constantly flashing, desperate to capture the thrill and excitement of it all.

Yeah, probably that's why.