Leaving his Mark (Extreme Editing)

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My eyes unconsciously gazed over every crevice of his perfectly sculpted upper body. His broad shoulders exampled the effects of how well his body was shaped. This is a man who takes great pride in how he looks. His lower abdomen was tantalizingly sculpted. His stomach was moulded into sheer definitive perfection, each individual muscle emphasised his hip bones which delved beyond the navy sweatpants that covered his lower body. I looked up and found him staring back at me. His eyes were the winner. They were neither brown nor green but a deep hazel. They gazed back at me and I felt like every private thought, memory and feeling I have experienced were now out in the open, as if he could read every single detail. This man was the sheer definition of masculinity.

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