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No games, no promises....two people meeting for the first time... The feeling of panic.... one of your your thoughts, "Would I have to undress in front of him?" you stumble off into the bathroom and undress slowly. You put on your robe. when you find the courage to return; I am standing looking at the mirror as if were out the window. Stripped to my shorts. The room is in darkness. but the light of the bathroom reflects on you, I hadn't realized how well you were built... I turn and come up behind you - I want you to melt in the warmth of my wisper; feel its hold on your neck; in its touch there is a silience and you begin to shiver - your an ordinary woman-a gentle angel from cheek to cheek... In the moments to come...in your mind our features will fit smoothly together, as if assembled by the hands of a master sculptor. I enjoy the easy rhythem of your body; your movements a beautiful language.... In my mind I remember no other woman....
My Ideal Person:
lifes too short to worry about the little things... I want to expierience as much as i can... so I'm looiking for the sassy red head who thinks she might be just a little too old for this or the chubby blonde who is worried she is to heavy....the scared mother of two who would sweat as much as i do when we first catch each other in that first glance....I'm not looking for perfection - I want to expierience your passion....
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