Tactful, playful, and charming.. That's what a man may think, but not want to be. The power of controlling the mind and body. What she might think, how she may feel... The tangible working muscle of sturdy, aggressive, lenient hands; it moves against the curvyness whirl of a woman's body. The softness, caress, like smooth cement...like a paint brush on a canvas, lining the realism of a graphic art piece. So fine and light. So pale and bright. Too blinded by the beauty can't even recognize behind the face. So taunted by the words, the movement taken upon the human lips. He's too sly to gain her trust even when he gains her confidence in the way she walks and talks. Evan, age 26~ Beautiful eyes, lips, and skin. Can't even describe a man's beauty in one sentence. Charming builds the ego in him. One step forward to making a grown woman angry. Two steps back making her panties shrivel far in her vagina, thinking the possibilities surrounded in her thoughts. Intertwined with comparability in the blood streams. Savy, age 23~ So young and innocent, the advantages taken from her swollen heart. She can't help but to close the lock and trap the key. Mentally Sacred scars above the thighs and wrist not understanding why. What makes her so vulnerable, unhealthy to the core. With languages unbearable to those innocent ears. Both never prepared of the impossible. Tracking what could be real with thine eyes grazing against earths beautiful species. Tapping reality's back not wanting to take the chances...but it's only those wishful dominance that keeps them wanting more...