This man only answered one of the questions. But he did it so well, so thoroughly, I wanted to include in a post all its own. He describes drinking a woman in visually with such appreciation and tenderness I just want to get naked!
To see a woman naked, that’s easy. Hips. Eyes. Face. Hair. Thighs. Neck. It becomes a rapid-fire scan of the places our brain subconsciously knows exactly what it’s looking for—curve of the hips for child-rearing—like gentle parenthesis, but not too gentle. Then the waistline—the area about where the top of a properly fitted pencil skirt would start. Ah… and that very sensitive area, that with just the right pressure… Mmmmm.
The eyes… they tell a lot. Permission. Denial. Anxiety. Confidence. Playful challenge. Passion. The eyes are the gatekeeper to all of this… and mine… are… doing… the… same… thing… on the other end….
The face… my default scenario is a Sunday afternoon, in a bedroom with windows open and curtains wandering on the shifting breeze scented with freshly cut grass. Oh face, face, face… symmetry… expression. The eyebrows tell more than they are ever given credit for. Furrowed in concentration or puzzlement. Raised in question. Arched in thought. Lips assist with this. A neutral expression has been more intriguing than anything mostly for the challenge of provoking a smile or a bite of the lip.
The Hair… To long for the feel of it brushing against skin—the artist’s brush of tenderness and passion. The scent. The way it moves… obscures… reveals… especially the ears. Exposed ears are difficult to resist.
Thighs… Ah… to touch… to squeeze. The more rudimentary parts of the brain rationalize mobility, strength and agility. The more aesthetic regions note grace, the delicate curves and structure.
To see a woman, in this situation—exposed and open—is to witness the beauty of form and function, to appreciate the hard-wired needs alongside the sensual wants.