It's you. By an act of fate, you are here in front of me. I am in awe of your body, and I admire you from a short distance, speechless and unable to form words. My eyes travel leisurely over the full picture that is you. Beautiful, thick, dark hair. Broad shoulders. Arms chiseled, yet inviting a warm embrace that will inevitably end too quickly.
Midsection is solid, intentional, set beautifully over the perfect ass: easy to watch as you walk away, stopping traffic and stealing glances wherever you go. Your legs are powerful, shapely, with a confident and purposeful stride. Your face is a work of art. Deep black eyes accenting high cheeks that frame your gorgeous smile, eyes alive with the heat that emanates from you. You are art that only gets better with time.
My mind wanders to a private place where we can spend all the time we need without the constraints of schedules or subtlety. Time has stopped. I admire your cuts, angles and curves at close range, tracing a line across your shoulders, down your arms, around your waist; encircling your beautiful ass, kneading it with my hands and forcing myself to pull away. I set my sights on what I now know is the most beautiful dick I've ever seen or held. Clean shaven, showing full shaft and balls so enticing I can't wait to get my mouth around them.