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By Champagne Date: 2003 Sep 18 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.18.04.52.8464]] |
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Sure I love a man in a suit all slickered and suave smelling of soap and cologne so untouchable and tempting. But then you have the man with the Ladder. You know - the guy in the ripped jeans and the flannel shirt. He smells of testosterone and Brut. He climbs that ladder like a gazelle and his hand always has a hammer, shovel, or saw in it. Those muscular thighs climbing up and down that ladder and those bulging biceps bearing the brunt of all those invasive tools. His thick neck pulsates with power. He's covered with dirt and sweat as he wipes his brow with his sleeve. When the day draws hotter and the sun begins to beat on his bronzed skin - he tears off his shirt exposing his bare bulging chest. I quiver at the thought.. He's busy Tearing off roofs, pounding down nails, pouring out concrete, laying down lime, lifting bricks and blocks, brandishing chain saws, twisting iron and metal, Ooohhh the torment of such strenght and power - His body so agile and lythe - Just watching a pickup truck plowing down the highway seeing the ladder strapped to the cab makes me painfully aware of how female I am and how sexy a Ladder can be. |