He reclined with an air of profound ease, his bronzed torso bare like some god of desire made into flesh. Ebony strands of hair, as dark and inviting as the secrets of eternity, framed his chiseled face. A face I could not imagine any other rivaling for masculine beauty. Glistening droplets of moisture clung to his skin. Every ripple of his muscled form seemed as if it had been carved by the hands of deities, as if the essence of temptation had been given earthly shape.
