I’m not looking for a man whore. Not a guy that’s poses naked in front of a camera, or one that plays with his ass to tittle with someone’s hormonal tastebuds. No, I want a man that is well dressed, a firm collar, a neatly pressed tie braced against the chest, and only shows him self to me. Let’s me taste his thoughts, and listen to his lips. A man I can fall in love with every time I open my eyes when I wake up.