So I picked up a pencil
And drew on the notion
that if I outlined his body
Vicariously I'd live his story.

I began with his feet
Detailing thoroughly
La distance ila voyage.

I continued lentement vers le haut
de ses jambes
My hand blew up his calves...
And stopped. J'admire leur base
Le massif extent of their foundation

Until my pencil crept up his thighs
I seduced the page with their
product of sport
A tribute to blood and braun.

Even sooner than finished
I was drawn to his center
manufactured perfection, reeked of
His timesly dedication.
I left delicate trail connecting
His taught chest.
And I lengthened my fingers
Across to form biceps in an attempt
To envelope in their security.
Both dripping with power.

I almost failed to convey the aged lines of his hands
Each nail a failure
Each knuckle a struggle
Each vain a celebrated success.

When i moved to his face
All emaculate features
Intimidated my pointed lead
but with effort I finished
Exacting his smile with humor in mind; and smiled back at his courteous
lips.
And his eyes, oh tes yeux, blackened in l'amore I felt the erode in
passion
The package complete, magnetic to experience
And continuing ... i yearned to fill his naivety.

 
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