I rise like smoke off hot pavement, bare and pulsing, full of questions for your body to answer. You stand before me — nude, strong, exposed — and when I reach for you, you don’t flinch. You say nothing, just yes, you may, and offer yourself like a buffet of muscle, sweat, and want. I feast with my hands first, tracing every line, every hard curve, every place you tense beneath my touch. I worship you with my mouth, not softly but hungrily — lips, teeth, tongue exploring your human nature, the raw truth of you. I drink your scent, bite your shoulder, press my thighs to yours, greedy for the way you let me take. My curiosity is primal, wet, aching — I want to feel your pulse under my palm, your hardness heavy in my grip, your breath catch when I sink lower. There’s no shame here, no sweet lies — just the rhythm of consent, of hunger met with heat. I touch because I need, and you let me because you want to be needed. Skin on skin, we become nothing but instinct and noise — burning, dripping, rising toward something that doesn’t need a name.

Unique original drawing

Marker on cotton paper

Size: 500 x 700 mm