Its not erotica, but I believe it is erotic, simply because I think I’ve captured something of the essence of the man (and my joy in being around him). I wanted to share it with you (with, of course, his permission). I haven’t been so inspired to draw in a long time, and although my feelings for him were clearly a catalyst, they have cleared a pathway back to my earlier love of drawing. So expect more, maybe on the blog, maybe on Instagram, Tumblr or Twitter.
Despite my haste, I surreptitiously checked out the other shoppers, looking to make eye contact, exchange a smile or a few friendly words. But everyone else seemed to be caught in the frenzy of shopping for the evening meal, just as I was.
A follow up to the earlier video for Leaves entry Smutober #smutober. This one is a still from that shoot for #sinfulsunday
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