Wednesday, August 25, 2021

Tender To The Touch By Ashley Karlsson

Let's not kid ourselves, the party is our mecca.

 And after tonight, we will be nothing more than strangers.


The freedom of the act leaves wicked consequences behind.


Let's not play a game, let's simply play. 

And I will act as if it's good for me also.







Ashley Karlsson is a photographer and writer who lives in Oxnard California.
Her work has been published in a few mags scattered across the web and largely cast into the trash basket.


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