The morning light through my studio window has me thinking about how the best things in life are worth waiting for. There's an exquisite tension in anticipation that I've learned to savor - whether it's the perfect shot developing in the darkroom or the slow, deliberate build-up before someone finally gives in to what they truly want.

I find myself craving that delicious moment when professional restraint gives way to raw need. The way a composed exterior can crack open to reveal the filthy, hungry creature underneath. There's nothing quite like watching proper manners dissolve into desperate moans and begging.

Some subjects are worth every moment of the wait. The payoff is always so much sweeter when you've made them ache for it.