CONTEST DEADLINE HAS BEEN EXTENDED BY 2 WEEKS TO ALLOW ENOUGH TIME FOR NEW ENTRIES.
is hosting its first Contest:
7 DEADLY SINS
The first Contest will focus on:
Lust or lechery is usually thought of as excessive thoughts or desires of a sexual nature. Aristotle's criterion was excessive love of others, which therefore rendered love and devotion to God as secondary. In Dante's Purgatorio, the penitent walks within flames to purge himself of lustful/sexual thoughts and feelings. In Dante's "Inferno", unforgiven souls of the sin of lust are blown about in restless hurricane like winds symbolic of their own lack of self control to their lustful passions in earthly life.
All mediums are welcome, we have amazing artists of all kinds in this group and this is a theme that all can show/interpret in their work. I cant wait to see the results
Rules and guidelines:
1. Send your entries to me via note.
2. Mention the Contest and Aus-Art in the "Artists Comments" under your deviation.
3. Your entry must respect Copyright Laws. If you use resources, don't forget to give all the credits.
4. All media is welcome.
5. Two Entries maximum per deviant.
Start Date: February 2nd
Deadline: March 27th
Check out all the amazing prizes here [link]
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A Lustful Romance
His hand grazes upon my neck
The lips of angel entwining with mine
Softly, sensually, delicately
Our lips do not part; they are together yet still two parts
This is not just a kiss, but an expression of art
His hand transcends to my side
A look of complete passion expressed amid our eyes
Complete love being whispered without any words
A sensation like no other has been felt
One that bring an irresistible lust, that makes me want to melt
His hand reaches for mine
A soft velvet stroke, of his silky supple skin
I grasp his hand, just that much harder
A reassurance that this is real
That by the end I will have lost something, so
Til the sun comes back around.Even exhausted fires leave embers,:thumb154316737:
I can see the definition of feeling spilt fight in front of my eyes.
I want to feel everything about you
And I want to feel everything you are
Until light turns the night on its head.
Even healed wounds leave scars
I can see the meaning of love change before my eyes.
I want to love you for all you are,
And I want to love you for hours,
until the rays crack the horizon.
Even open eyes leave room for deception
I can feel the significance of trust blurring before my eyes.
I want to trust you with everything I know,
And i want to trust you with everything I am
Until the sun is the only thing heatin
taught to love.I was the robotic specimen made flesh and blood, learning day in, day out like a slave. You were the freedom I longed to have, smoking each day away while reclining in the back seat of a metal box in the parking lot, a little like a prince.
I wrote and scribbled quite often. I was pretending to be scholarly. A master of literature. You drank coffee (with whisky, of course) from a polystyrene cup because you broke all the ceramic ones. A master of temptation, alcohol, sex and maybe, just maybe, wiping your own ass on a rare but highly celebrated occasion.
Oh, and you werent such a terrible teacher, either.
You wrote logical
All entries are here [link]
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