last night i saw the most beautiful man on the B line. gorgeous, really…like something out of a movie or magazine, freaking unreal. he had smooth skin like coffee with just the right amount of cream. curves and lines of perfect muscle everywhere. eyes, lips, jawbones, every damned thing on his face just beautiful. even the way he was casually leaning back against the side of the streetcar was far too perfect. too striking. even his clothes were perfect. in every conceivable way, this man was beautiful. not pretty, not handsome, not cute, not ruggedly sexy or attractive. beautiful.
mine :
