![]() ![]() who is thrilled with their faith and acceptance of him. his loves say they see him and not the damage cause hey, snarky pretty boy. The story says molten metal was poured over his face. Those lips that rivet your attention as you await their verdict, that flair of nostril, the light glinting over cheeks and you notice the damage. Those eyes that read how you have journeyed over them. When it occurs to you, ‘How totally RUDE’. The flair of their pecs as your vision sweeps over the width of their shoulders and down the bulge of their biceps to linger on the shape of their hands and length of their fingers. ![]() Your senses drench themselves in the shape and movement of their musculature, the dip and thrust of their pelvis, the tautness of their abs. Your brain processes them from the feet up. Pretty boys grab your attention through movement, you focus on how pretty and sleek and muscular they are as they move. ![]()
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