All Eyez On Me
I feel the beat before I hear it. The pulsing throb - hypnotic, calls me to it. Fire fills my lungs: her essence. Our eyes lock, and then, only silence and the sound of blood rushing to my cunt. The rhythm returns and I am consumed. She is all women. Cruel and tender. Powerless, I surrender. Soft hands and hard kisses on me, in me. Harder and harder till all senses collide and I am everything and nothing, except hers. Forever in this moment, hers.
Massalo's raw works are inspired by dance and the fascination with how the body can influence the way we feel and how lifestyle changes its form. Based in Angola, the photographer liberates the naked form in the midst of a country changing its views towards female sexuality.