OBG Angels VS Squirrels

17 06 2010

This is an OBG (Oldie But Goodie) from a previous blog I had on myspace.  I will be editing & interspersing these with current blogs, drawings & story ideas. I hope you enjoy reading.

  “What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! In form and moving, how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension, how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! “– Shakespeare, Hamlet

Men: Aren’t they fuckin’ fabulous when they’re not being complete foofy-tailed squirrels? The strength and the power of them. The breadth of their shoulders, the delineation of their muscles. Muscles from actual work, not gym rats. And yes I’m prejudiced, thank you for pointing fingers. Gym rats are narcissistic twits, plain & simple. Never met or seen one that wasn’t. But I digress…

Bodies that look not only like sculpture, but architecture as well, the cables of tendon delineating their might as well as their weakness. The column of their thigh sweetly rounded with meat, furry and warm. Their great thick hands, gentle over skin, fondling, cuddling, stroking. Those same hands rough, grasping, needing. To listen to their heart beat when your head is against their chest, to giggle at the sounds their stomach makes. The faint rasp of their shaved cheeks and chins, or the fuzzy bristle of their facial hair. And Gods, those meaty curved asses that beg for bites, scratches, spanks and kisses. Rowr.

Men that stand their ground, without pretense or fear. Men who know who they are & don’t have to compete to prove themselves. The ones that stays clean without preening. How do you check this? If your man spends more time primping than you do, that’s the ponce I’m speaking of. Men unafraid of opening up to you, knowing that intimacy isn’t just sex. Men who know that sex isn’t just in the genitals, but in the heart and mind as well as the whole body. Open-minded men who know that pleasure isn’t just 20 minutes in the missionary position. And for some men I’ve had, that’s generous timing. I could spend days roaming over every inch of a man, learning and loving him.

Fucking hell I’m lonely.

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