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As the weeks went by I saw every where. I began to feel much more than any other women I have ever been with. I imagine her with every stroke as my canvas lie in wait. I must have a moment with her what do I say will I ever.

My studio is filled with mental sketches and can no longer desire I must have her in this moment! As she undressed I reach over and mix the oil complex colors as she is nervous to the touch. Please lay for me she is shy, beautiful, soft, vibrant. She wants to cover herself as she is insecure. Her arms are folded across her breast her body postion before me. She comes alive with every stroke the moment I have always longed for. I dare not ask her name…

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