Thursday, January 17, 2008
Imaginary men research
I spend a large part of yesterday looking for Tam.
Especially his cheekbones.
It's the combination of wilful and delicate, I think. Rough but with polished edges. Hint of devilment. Surly boys.
Hair in your eyes, black hair, delicate mouth, stubble, sunglasses, lean, tall, little lines at the side of your smile, your collar turned up, your leather jacket.
The smell of fresh sweat on you, that smile, your cockiness, your belligerence. How you tuck your thumbs into your belt loops and slouch. How you scratch your stubble. How you smoulder. The way you look up at me like that, all stormy and petulant. That glowing, hairless chest with the tiny nipples, just pin-pricks on your chest, and the rib-cage, counting down to that hollow, the dip, the place where I slide.
Hero # 1 covered from varioius different angles. Next up I'll be trawling for Hero # 2, who is a whole different kettle of fish.