...Unlimited love. A kiss. Sex.

When is it right? How is it normal? With whom? How often? Where is the limit? Can it be exhausted?

Fear… Anxiety… Control… Limit… Feelings… To feel… To surrender to feelings…

Losing your mind. Going beyond reason. Achieving orgasm. Being engulfed by emotions. Trust. Safety. The absence of limit. Unlimited love is limitless. Limitless unlimited love.

The body. That which is with you your whole life. It gives you the ability to feel. It transforms with you, and a kiss that feels different every time. Darkness in the eyes from pleasure, and a wave of endorphins that takes over. The absence of limit. But not for everyone.

Do feelings have a limit? Or is it the absence of it?

A cherry is a symbol of life, unlimited love, youth, innocence. But at the same time, it always carries a sexual association in the mind. Red, juicy color, flowing down full lips. It drips down and stains your perfectly white dress. Erotic. It’s… the final cherry on the cake or the end of ideal vanilla ice cream. Have you ever tried to tie the cherry stem in a knot with your mouth? When you were learning to kiss…?

To tie. To promise. To yourself or someone else?

The cherry is beautiful, innocent, sensual. I probably spent a third of my childhood in that tree because it was the perfect hiding place. I fell from it at least three times. But that never stopped me from climbing it again. I didn’t like the fruit because of the pits, but I was deeply enchanted by its white blossoms. And those petals, falling like perfect magical snow, always made me imagine the perfect white dress.

It was my place for dreaming. And the element that sparked a whole new level in my creativity. My expression of unlimited love.

Surrounded by beauty. In majestic isolation.

Unlimited love.