lucky_13

Model Female Los Angeles, California, US My MM URL: http://www.modelmayhem.com/lucky_13
Mayhem # 1841177

About Me

I do modeling, because I love it. In this industry is where living art is capture timeless, aspects of sadness, sexiness, boldness and fearlessness which are what is beautiful. Reasons for being on Model Mayhem are to network with other artist, so that I can grow into a better artist. My goals from this site are to be able to explore my different capabilities as a model. Best words to describe myself are daring, dark, edgy and artistic. More about me besides modeling, I am also an actress, song writer, spoken word artist, novelist, and song writer. Gina's Curse is the title for my online book. Please feel free to contact me by email at ginascurse13@yahoo.com to contact me for paid gigs only. I am willing to travel, if the client pays the for cost. Here is are a few poem I would like to share with you..
To book me please contact my manager Sonny @ talentsearch@go.to
The Muse and the Artist...

I was his muse, and I fell in love with the artist,

But the artist was in love with art, this fact was the hardest,

He painted me beautifully with my eyes sad,

During the autumn got shots of me mad,

In the winter, he caught my hair black as a raven,

With each stroke the room smelt of jasmine.



I was his muse, and I fell in love with the artist,

But the artist was in love with art, this fact was the hardest,
I danced for him as he turned into my Presario,

He was never my lover but my impresario,

After fall met us again, this time I knew we would end,

Pitfalls, happens when lovers are pretending to be friends.



I was his muse, and I fell in love with the artist,

But the artist was in love with art, this fact was the hardest,

Later that June the sun discovered my age was racing me,

And I was no longer his muse I clearly could see,

So with the deepest of pains I left New York City,

My dreams there now became distant and silly.



I was his muse, and I fell in love with the artist,

But the artist was in love with art, this fact was the hardest,

He was my amare, and I once his muse,

His paintings and photographs left love and sex confuse,

To no fault of his own, I loved him dearly,

That was why I had to set him free.

By: ELK

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