And So We Meet Again...

he's got the most beautiful big brown eyes and dashing smile on any boy i've ever seen close up.
he's shy, sly, and mysterious.
he doesn't seem to be a "player" but i imagine he's been around the block a few times.
he's not the one to pursue "fans", or care if they're around, but if one (like myself) shows interest in a sly fashion, he'll reciprocate if for no other reason than brazen curiousity.
he tells you NOTHING remotely personal, but he does talk about his cats to great length and with boyish enjoyment.
he pretends to be naive, but knows exactly how to get what he wants.
he's a wolf in sheep's clothing.
he suggests lude and lascivious things and when he is responded with a look of horror or surprise, he recoils and asks in a virginal tone "what is that bad?"
his lips taste like milk and honey.
he's an amazing kisser.
he has a coyish grin.
he is intense but doesn't know it.
(even in his mystery) he is alarmingly honest.
he has a normal guy body underneath that black suit and bravado.
his flabby bits are refreshing and few and far between.
he wears jeans, vans and a hoodie to get comfy.
he likes to cuddle, according to him.
he is playful.
he does a shimmy on stage and thinks no one noticed.
he prefers to be at home.
he bobs and weaves.
he stands in the shadows and prefers it there.
he is lovely.
he smells like rock boy and cigarettes.
he makes an impression.
i make him laugh.
i know exactly what i am to him, and make no pretenses otherwise.
he is just a guy. of flesh and blood.
i hope to see him again someday, perhaps in passing...
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