Enjoy some creative daydreaming in the flash below.
I glance up wondering where the next candidate is. Heat rolls off the desert sands in large visible waves distorting the landscape before plunging deep into the canyon beyond. Enjoying the brief coolness the infrequent bursts of wind bring, I've discarded my clothes. All who come to me are to be nude as well.
I hear footsteps. A young male enters, hesitating and glancing about the small adobe dwelling I occupy. My studio's simple trappings allow me to create without interruption or worldly influence. His gaze meets mine. His hands worry the blanket knotted around his waist.
I motion him forward, smiling and nodding. He waits as though weighing his decision. I'm sure he's heard the rumors and stories of the white woman with graying hair looking for handsome Native American males to capture in art or photo. I no longer capture the looks and winks I did in my youth. I've lived a full life. Still, a nubile young hard male body sets my heart to racing. My mons moistens with excitement. He has dropped his blanket part way.
I grab my camera and click shot after shot as my girlish psyche sweeps me back in time to when such a treat was mine for sampling.