You — you’re a bit of a rebel. You like your women feisty, charming, and a little…unusual. You’re not bothered by what society tells you you should like; you prefer to cut your own path when it comes to matters of the heart. Unique aesthetics give way to more carnal desires — unshaven armpits create dense, sweet musk you can get lost in, dark tattoos spark infinite conversations, delicate gold jewelry adorning my nose glints in the sun when I’m laughing, flirting with you over drinks on a patio somewhere deep in wine country. Unique presentation doesn’t preclude me from feasting in fine dining, being breathless at the ballet, or snuggling softy into the fold of your arms in front of a roaring chalet fire. Yes, I’m different. And you like it.

You care, deeply, for others, and you want to feel held, and seen. You want to explore all the earthly delights that exist before you, and maybe discover a few more along the way. Maybe you like a little edge to rub yourself against so you can feel the spark of chemistry, the rising of heat in your stomach as you find yourself unraveling into comfort with a worthy opponent of banter. Whoever you are, you’ve met your match: I take great pride in my ability to make others feel held, seen, and replenished, but I also love to find myself next to someone who just wants to loosen that tie and get into a bit of trouble.

Despite my waxing poetic, I don’t take myself too seriously. I want to laugh as much as I want to debate, and I’ll always accept friendly fire if it’s met with apologetic kisses (presents, too, make great lubrication). Some call me intimidating to approach (I blame my dark, inquisitive eyes and plentiful tattoos), but those who are brave enough find that my romantic and somewhat dorky interior is encased in soft skin and curves that feel built to wrap around you. I find my pleasure in coaxing people out of their shells, out of their minds and into their hearts. I want to touch you there. Where you really begin. Down to the anima.

I like decadent meals and multiple desserts, conversations over slow jazz and the city’s hum beneath us, deep bathtubs and marble showers, a pillowed chaise longue by a salt-water pool, soft leather coats & silk dresses, first edition books and Italian stationary, antique furniture, cowboy boots, big hands, neck nibbles, the first time waking up next to you.

So, maybe it can’t last forever…but at least we have tonight.