My comportment is serious, professional and well mannered. Inside, however, lies a hunger, an intense hunger that seeks inspiration for a release into total sensuality.
I notice the delicate features of women: their necks, the small of their backs, their hands and wrists. They way they carry themselves, the unique way each woman flicks her hair.
I seek a muse that values the same things I do and notices the same things I do. Do you also have an inner tension that is searching for something?