Art of the Body

I Cant Hear You watermarkedYou can almost hear the faint moan as he stretches his neck and back, revealing a taut, muscular torso. The first rays of morning light are beaming into his apartment and washing over his body. You drink in the moment, cementing every detail to memory before he notices you across the courtyard.

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