I once dreamed of becoming a danseur. For those uninformed, that is a male ballet dancer. I wanted to flow across space with the lightness of a feather, yet wielding the prowess of a panther. I would embody the perfection of Tchaikovsky’s music together, with my female counterparts. They would wrap their flexible bodies around me and I would lift them high in the air by their firm, youthful buttocks. But anyways, life happens and dreams fade. At least I can still take photos of women like Geral. Part 2 coming.
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