
Good night, zankou. Sweet dreams:

This one's real hard on me. Most times, he is a ratio of admirable and sexy; however, this one is radically appealing because of its floods of sex disturbing my intake of him. The focus falls from his bold eyes to his mouth, to his apple, to the recipe of his tapering neck like an hour glass where all the granulates settle into minutes spent on episodes under his torso, leaving a happy little trail.
Because no one wants to forget how to
hold onto this man.
