He actually is quite graceful. I love watching him move, he has a gazelle like quality. Lean, beautiful tone and lines. When he is asleep, blanket kicked off him in the nightly battle for a comfortable spot I love looking at him. I watch TV and appreciate this creature laying next to me. When he is awake and animated I am struck by the clear blue eyes he has.

I love tracing my finger all over the ink on his body. I adore the flow of him, the way my hand runs over his back and legs. The shape of his face, his lower lip, chest, and shoulders.

He feels divine laying next to me, on me, under me and inside me. He is beauty personafied. When I look at him I want to draw him, paint him, photograph him, write the great American Novel for him....