Accepting. Somewhat Cosmic. Creative and sensually articulate athletic lithe and erotic Man without pretense.

In touch and wizened enough to understand the difference between delusion and illusion.

Where we go, how we go, what we are or want to be is a matter of our tastes.

We are.complex. We.are not ALWAYS what we are expected to be: Like precious stones we are multifaceted. When you are in contact and fully engaged, in touch, imagining and wanting: When the lighting is as warm as your mood and the tactile urges of the girl can no longer be satisfied by devices and the touch of a man is all that will cool you. I am here. There. Our moments. Our Time. Our world. And all else ceases.

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