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brows knitted in concentration, his pencil glided across the page.
he shaded his frustrations and rage.
he sketched the frame of his vulnerability and admiration.
he coloured his desire and passion.
finally, his body moved over the piece of art and he threw his head back, releasing a strained groan. on the paper he sketched his frustration, desire, engraved the image deep into his mind and most certainly, carved his love from the carnal images roaming the depths of his mind.
he sketched HER.