Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. I feel desire crawling on my skin, between my thighs, like an evil snake. It tempts me. It obsesses me. The more I ponder this thought. Could it be a tempting demon trying to seize my soul? That he wants to lead me into sin so that I burn with him in the flames of hell? What is this? Or perhaps, more simply, it's just my human need. Simple, banal and harmless humanity.
 
Pencils and marker on paper
11.5” x 17”
unframed