His skin is a rounded tan feather on an eagle's spread wings

His hair dark, damp pavement that glistens in the sun.

His eyes a chocolate bar that melts in your mouth while devoured.


His laugh is a stream of champagne

His touch is a lion's teeth biting into his prey.

His comfort is a lion's kiss on her cub’s fur.

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