Find yourself a partner - some hint of perfection from the corners of your mind – now imagine. Let him stand before you and follow my lead and prepare yourself to learn some anatomy.
Our romantic hero must have hair you can run your fingers through. It might be long and unkempt, offering a glimpse of that wicked, bad boy side, the wayward spirit that you know you adore, or cropped smooth and short in velvety temptation. The choice is yours.
Now, tracing a fingertip down the length of his beautiful face. Starting at his forehead, move carefully down his chiselled nose. His nostrils flare as he breathes you in, tantalised by your touch. But don't be distracted just yet. On to his lips, those lips that promise the art of arousal, orbicularis oris: soft, pliant and warm to the touch. They have the ability to dazzle you with mischief, or sear your tender flesh with their dance. He bites playfully on your finger, revealing his perfect white teeth and teasing you with a touch of his hot, wet tongue.
The great power houses at the top of his arms are his deltoids, smooth and warm beneath your touch. Moving down his arms on either side we come to the biceps, firm and bold. They're the ones that flex as he pulls your head towards his for that decadent kiss you know he can deliver. You shudder to feel the muscles swell beneath your fingers, but eager to learn more, you pull away and move on. Your fingers slip around the back of his arms to his triceps. Can you feel them? They are smaller than their counterparts at the front, but just as taught and firm to the touch.
Let him take off his shirt and watch as his muscles move, his skin flexing around them. Mmm. In the centre, the large diamond shaped swathe between his shoulder blades is trapezius and then latissimus dorsi hug around his ribs on either side (just where you would slip your hands, around to press yourself up against his back.) His gorgeous buttocks, beyond the seductive little dimples, are named gluteus maximi and what a firm handful they are too. Like kneeding fresh dough. But you’re not finished yet. Try to remain focussed.
Of course our hero is equipped to please, as you will discover for yourself as you explore what is hidden beneath the last vestiges of clothing left on him. I see your pupils are already dilating in anticipation.
Only long, lean legs remain now, the quadriceps at the front and hamstrings at the back, giving him the height to tower over you. And as he leans down for that kiss, and you give in to temptation and whatever else he would have you do, I say only this: Beware. Our hero’s heart is a vulnerable thing. It may be damaged, or burned. He might fly into a temper, or storm off on a whim. He may hide for a while, only needing to be found, but one thing is for certain, your body may be yours, but before he is through with you, your heart will belong to him.