My hands have found hope. They have found longing. To touch new skin that devours with perfection and form. To reach out and touch the face of a beauty so unique...it is meant for men like me. Men that seek to close their eyes for the purity of heightened senses. To experience the touch beyond the soul into the spirit...to live...in love. To give all in the moment and anguish at its' end. My hands have seen in shades of grey and long for the vibrancy of color and feel...I envy what is mine and as yet to have...
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