It's their voice in your ear, low and deep and resonant. It's their smell--not cologne, but them, their skin, their sweat. It's the feel of their cheek, just shaved and smooth or stubble growing in. It's the way they look in jeans, in a white T-shirt, in shorts and hiking boots. It's the way they walk, the muscles in their arms, the span of their back and shoulders, the bend of their neck. Above all it's their darkness, the undefinable duskiness inside them that bespeaks Man, Man, Man.
That
is what I want.
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They're thin on the ground but you can find them swinging up the tallest tree. They are waiting for you if you can make it.
Otherwise, is a half bold slobbish moron all is left on the ground.
Or me....
NEVO
i have $300 worth of pudding.
Smell THAT, missy.
jeans, white t-shirt and hiking boots? sounds like you are looking for gay man! not that there is anything wrong with gay men, unless you are a straight woman looking for love!
: )
You need to come north for a bit, my friend :)
yes i do
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