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Saba sat there and posed herself all ready for what she didn't say part of my job she said this posing this being seen as such I gazed like a man dazed haven't you seen a woman like this before? yes I said sure I have then why the wide eye gaze? she said I sat down opposite hands on my knees looking at her hair at her eyes the pose do you do this often? I said only if he wants me to she said he'll be back he's just gone for a bite to eat don't you eat too? not yet if I get out of pose I lose my focus she said does he pay well? I asked this is art she said I get enough but it's not the pay that counts it's being part of art it'll be me on the canvas me outliving him I wanted a smoke but I’d left them in my coat downstairs got a ciggie? I asked he doesn't allow smoking in his studio she said fire risk oils and other stuff around when do you get done? I asked when he says she replied not a nine to five job I gazed at her with more focus putting out of mind the image of her sitting in the church pew with her husband he all prim and proper and she innocent as cream she uncrossed her legs revealing a young man's dream.
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
POSING FOR.
Saba sat there and posed herself all ready for what she didn't say part of my job she said this posing this being seen as such I gazed like a man dazed haven't you seen a woman like this before? yes I said sure I have then why the wide eye gaze? she said I sat down opposite hands on my knees looking at her hair at her eyes the pose do you do this often? I said only if he wants me to she said he'll be back he's just gone for a bite to eat don't you eat too? not yet if I get out of pose I lose my focus she said does he pay well? I asked this is art she said I get enough but it's not the pay that counts it's being part of art it'll be me on the canvas me outliving him I wanted a smoke but I’d left them in my coat downstairs got a ciggie? I asked he doesn't allow smoking in his studio she said fire risk oils and other stuff around when do you get done? I asked when he says she replied not a nine to five job I gazed at her with more focus putting out of mind the image of her sitting in the church pew with her husband he all prim and proper and she innocent as cream she uncrossed her legs revealing a young man's dream.
A MAN AND THE MODEL IN 1968
terry-collett
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
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