your eyes are a well

no matter how much you try

to fool me, fool you-

your eyes give it away.

they sing -

tiny daggers through my heart 

from all their beauty

and all their pain. joy. slasher massacre.-

reminding me of how awesome it is

to feel that again;

no more violence for dreams,

your presence disarms me.

your song,

like creeping death at the bottom of a wishing well-

found its way to me

just before your last breath.

just before my last ...

empty lover

find something to fuck.

preferable if it walks.

physically, if i get my way.

a hole or two i can stick my pain through.

makes me feel wanted;

cared for by a dirty slut-

with a fetish for my uncontrollable cock.

i use it to try and find myself, again.

i become a tongue that swallows you whole,

like an ouroborus,

so you can be inside me

and i will carry you around every where i go

like a memory that never happened.

i see pussy.

i'm a titty fucking giant in a room full of lesbians.

don't forget my piss in your mouth, doll.

it's not tourettes.

it's a rainbow full of emptiness.

a facade of being a lover when you're not.

you've convinced yourself love isn't what you want.

so dig deep into whatever passion pit you find

to try and fill that hole inside

where a rotting carcass of who you once were slowly dies.

space. void. null. nothing.

you say nothing.

there is no abyss in your eyes,

just the confusion of someone who isn't sure
about what they believe anymore.

it's your own vulnerability you're afraid of;

the reason why you're a slut,

the reason why i'm a prude.

you just may have found yourself.

LVF © 2011

Have You Ever Had A Dream Like This?

""Have You Ever Had A Dream Like This?" was inspired by a little boy with a red shirt on Youtube, who tried his hardest to express that we can truly do anything. The stress and strain to convey such a positive message makes for perfect irony. Remixing and rebuilding a friend's latest track, I added the message, and brought out a covert sexuality in the sound that wasn't there before. The result is the score and the backbone of the film. Tasteful, mesmerizing visuals captivate and accentuate a good thrust. I find that as a female artist, I am drawn to express the power and influence of homoeroticism and fondness for sensuality in my art, often with a hint of humour and inner disturbance."

- LVF

LVF © 2011

Download CULTURE PROPHET'S original track, here// 

sailing away

...with rose petals.

Photos of a more private nature.

raw indulgence

Untethered prudence,

rays of fire from your eyes.

tuned into your wonderment,

you find me there.

a holy garden of sensual projection.

ritualistic spontaneity.

transcendental emporium.

sweet fruit and grape vines from Babalon.

I ride the scarlet beast.

you're intoxicated by her motions-

a communion only christ could speak of.

an offering always kept secret.

I dance for you in a room full of banshees.

no one there

but you and I

in the spotlight of each others attraction.

chemicals released to the sound of a tribal drum.

a rite of passage.

the coming of age for a young man who wants to know what it feels like

to be with a woman.

I wear my most primal state with bangles around my collar,

extending my neck like the queens of Padaung

accentuating my beauty like the song of a wild heart,

open and willing to accept you like the wind that takes my body

softly, slowly-

back to the heavens,

where it wishes to stay

as your muse.

LVF © 2011

pasturage

LVF © 2011

warmth

karmic lover

your lips are perfect-
warm, touch feeling
sensuality all over.
love that you're just like me.
guy version,
but tall.
you wrote my name on your tongue.
tattooed my heart on your sleeve.
gave each other something to smile about
before heading back home to our wives.

i once had a husband.
i know how it feels to be
oh, so comfortable...
resisting change
when change is everything.
passion filled whirlwind of emotion
envelops,
stirring up your space inside.
you smirk because you're happy.
i know because i'm happiest with you.
be stronger than i was.
be honest with yourself.
go for what you want.
because i couldn't do it
before you.
bits and pieces of your heart
are mine,
every once in a while,
making mine pound
like a hailstorm when you're gone.
jumping out of my mouth when you're around.
i'll leave it there if i have to-
hang it on the wall
pollinating lust for life.

and just when i was beginning to believe we were made for each other, you had to be cruel.

torture love

your cave gray eyes
fell outward.
your ears bled
and mouth spewed
a demon in the dark.
man, angry, hateful demon.
a regurgitation
of my hidden fears and
deepest desire.
how you lost me to you.

he resists.
binding to denial.
i sing to your delusions
and they hurt.
a requiem of peace
from the part of me
that wants to be free
from you.