22″There was a small smirk on his lips it bloomed into the beautiful smirk. "just a moment more, just hold that a little more my muse." mouse's hands move but the charcoal sticks against the paper his fingers twirled flourish every once in awhile he lifts his hand rubbing against the charcoal blending the colors together.His eyes trail over you needing and wanting, drinking you in learning all there is to learn about you. you can feel him staring into you as if he was tasting your soul. "breathe."
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