When I touch you I want you to feel touched, when I kiss you, I want you to feel kissed. When I bring you to orgasm I want you to be moved. Think of the smile that leaves you with a tingle, the kiss that lingers into the night and the warm summer rain. I am a romantic but I am also a man that understands contrast and paradox. Dark canvas allows the painted sun to be radiant and carnal need is masked by rational thought. I am equally comfortable in the darkness or in the light. Both hold clues to who I am and what I seek. I can be the canvas or the painter, I can appreciate the romantic shadows and the ambiance of candles, or the way they will make your back arch and your head rock back as the wax cools against your flesh. I can appreciate long slow hot deep kisses that linger with the taste of wine and long slow passionate nights that usher the sunrise, and I love the sound you make when I ride you, your hair as reins in my hands as I drive you to orgasm. I can unmask your desire or illuminate your darkness.