I don't feel this image of Jake can be expressed adequately; instead, an image of where my mind has wandered:

This may sum up my attraction to Jake remarkably. It's in his presence and the light cast on his face and clothing. His skin and attire put him in a barn in the Summer. Some of his architecture spells that of a horse's gracious masculinity. His facial hair is a very thick emotion. I just want to turn his face and watch his eyes, stroking his mane(s). However, I do draw the line at feeding him carrots, as I've got other items in mind.
