As I sit here in my office staring at you I ask myself when did I change. I have never been attracted to tall men before. But as I wipe the drool from my mouth, I can’t help but to imagine my fingers following, touching every inch of your 6’2 astonishing frame…
My mind wonders what you must think of me in that brain of yours that is so intelligent, I am captivated by your every word and yet it is discerning enough to separate my needs from my wants and provide me with my desires.
My fingers playing in your head, other head people :), as your bronze hair is cascading across your brow at the perfect length to tickle my belly as you kiss me there.
Your face so clear, precise, perfectly formed and chiseled that I can only imagine the awe on the faces of the angels as YOU were created in his image.
Your ears are the perfect handle bar to pull you closer, so tasty, yet flexible enough to not just listen to, but hear my whispers.
Your eyes that although seem to change colors, always reflect the deepest love in your soul. And in them I see our future.
Your lips so impeccably sculpted, screaming kiss me, they speak to my every desire and draw me in with every breath.
As I lean into you, your scent has my hormones doing somersaults.
Your shoulders so broad and wide they can hold my whole world, yet comforting enough for me to lay my head.
Arms so muscular they are strong enough to hold all my dreams and gentle enough to embrace all of me.
Hands that hold on to mine, firmly gripping my passion and gently glide to the warmest parts of my being.
A pulsating chest that every rise and fall sends waves of emotions through every part of me. A heart that bleeds love, kindness, life and every beat is music to my ears.
Abs that ripple so perfectly like a maze leading down to that not so hidden manly bulge the makes me … 🙂 bananas.
A back so powerfully built, and prominently braced to withstand the pressures of life. As I follow its river flowing from the valleys to the marvelous hills below.
Legs that are long and lean running away from no one and only towards me. They stand firm in their beliefs, buckle in my presence and bow in divine reverence.
Feet that are firmly planted and unmovable, in those size 13 shoes that I will follow anywhere and everywhere.
David, dare I speak your name. David, I want to scream your name. David, I want to take your name.
David DAVid DAVID…
If Michael Angelo laid eyes on you, he would take a hammer to his David, because he pales in comparison to mine.
So I have decided to tell him, question is How. How would you?
We will see
Good Day Gorgeous David,