Looking for hot GAM, 37 degrees Celsius

neither feverish nor cold-blooded

well below boiling but able to melt

ice. Not averse to skin, his own colour

nor jealous of body fur or the large

strange builds of other races. Me, I’m

turned on by brawny intelligence, defined

sensibility, buff in both ways. We could

go for long knocks on the brain, sip

piña coladas or something more

apropos. Lapsang souchong, baby.

Did you avoid an Asian mother

complex (not hot)? Can you object-

ify yourself ironically? Can you laugh

like me about pulling faces in the mirror

‘Am I handsome?’ Not to say I wouldn’t

date other races. This is just desire in

flux: settled, embedded, illusory. I’m

lately distant from the shared gay hobby

of temptation and lust but recalling

past fantasies, I’m game for a certain

toughness, square jaw, the tensility

of how the skin holds together, tight

what it encloses, remember chase

and capture sweet as lotus seed

paste. Then I’m ground and radared,

squirted and selfied, grindred and

gaydared, classified with private pictures

unlocked. Interested? Face photo

(not the dick pic), stats, tell me a

secret … not that one, too obvious. My heart,

stinking with pride, hot with reflection,

                                                I offer in return.