Looking

I knew a guy who was raised by hippies, he had never needed to undress a female with his eyes, but he lost his enthusiasm for sex. Every woman knows the art of being covered and naked at the same time. I used to do a lot of imaginative looking, now I stand around jawing - just another old guy, and women don't look at me at all.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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