Never get enough

Do I show, will she see, I am acting stupid, what the hell is going on...

never get enough,
never get enough of the dimples,
never get enough of the smile,
never get enough of talking openly about anything,
never get enough of that scent,
never get enough.

when I say we would be dangerous,
we would be so passionate,
undeniable, enjoyable, content,
there are seldom romances like that,
most never experience it,
it is that I embrace it,
I desire it.

never get enough,
never want it to end,
never want to say bye,
just sweet dreams,
where fantasies lay,
never get enough to satisfy,
my thirst for that day.

Funny is we are both feeling it,
both in times of crises,
is this the chance of a life time,
is this that one romance,
what is it that makes us
say, never enough?

Are we real?

Time traveled seems surreal
I close my eyes through the day
and taste Morocco in the air.

Oceans of time between us
days walking in Toulouse
nights of red wine and proposals
with father Van Gogh guiding.

Buses, round-a-bouts and fingers pointing
memories en-grained behind us
we ask ourselves with separation upon us,

Are We Real?

Feeling you inside me

As we sit on my bed, your breasts pushing up against my back, I can feel your heartbeat pounding.  My hands running over your skin as they run from your knees to your beautiful hips, my hands trembling at the touch of you.

I feel you inside me.

I feel your heart pounding next to mine!

My hands reaching behind you feeling those hips of yours, wanting more but enjoying what they have.  Your skin getting tighter as they run along the surface of your body, feeling the reaction that you can no longer control.  We are locked in a position of restricted movement, but an entirely beautiful position to be in, your body pressed tightly against mine, your beautiful breasts pressed hard into my back.

Your heart pounding next to mine I can feel you inside me.

Your breath a warm flush against my neck as you kiss me, the cool air blowing through the window gives a hint of the pending fall weather, your nipples pressing even deeper into me.

Our bodies are entwined  as one in our contorted effort to explore each other.

I dare not change or move for fear of disturbing the dream of you inside me, our hearts now beating as one.  The heat from our bodies now causing steam to rise from the seam that once separated us but now seals us.  Your hands wrapped around my chest, your fingers moving to feel my piercings as mine give you a gentile massage.

I can feel the excitement in you as we sit in a contorted embrace while I feel you inside me.

You kissing... the touch of your lips on my neck and back, feeling you pressing tight up against me, your nipples erect from both excitement and the chill in the air.  We sit in this embrace never once speaking.

Just closed eyes as we explore the concept of you inside me!

Creative Collaboration

We have an artistic collaboration that encompasses:

sexuality,
eroticism,
love,
passion
desire,
art,
photography,
and each other...

in other words it's the perfect art collaboration!

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Just found the recording of this on my iPhone from 11/27/10, must have made sense to me then because I took the time to record it.

The Proposal

Our adventure that day had begun in a frantic moment of trying to find the right bus to take us to Pont du Gard, the largest remaining Roman Aqueduct.  Trying to figure out the complicated bus schedule was frustrating at best until Jamie asked a bus driver if he was going in that direction.  His response seemed cryptic based on the puzzled look on Jamie's face.  Though her French was extraordinary he seemed to have a dialect that left her just a bit puzzled.  She motioned me to sit down and proceeded to pay for our tickets.  As the buss pulled out of the station we passed several key locations that every artist knew, the mental institution that Van Gogh had been in was there right in front of us.  We both sat in silence for a few moments pondering the great artist, the area, and the things we were seeing.

It was not long before we were out in the French countryside looking at the endless fields of grapes passing us by.  I have to admit I was surprised at how mountainous it was.  We traveled for what seemed to be about 40 or 50 minutes when we pulled onto a round-a-bout and stopped.  The bus door flung open and the driver pointed out the door down a seemingly endless street and muttered the words "Pont du Gard".  Jamie and I looked out the window, back at each other, then at buss driver who nodded his head and repeated the words "Pont du Gard".  Never shying way from an adventure we picked up what few things we had, my camera bag and exited the buss!  Our destination it seemed rested about two miles down the road so off we headed.  Our walk took us down a road with homes built on the side of a mountain on one side and vast grape fields as far as the eye could see on the other, it seemed as if we were walking in the foot steps of Van Gouh himself.  Despite days of rain early in the week today the sky was clear and as blue as I have ever seen, the colors of the fields, the trees the sky above us we could see how this beautiful place enchanted Van Gogh we could see the colors of life before our eyes!

We eventually found our destination and spent the day exploring every bit of it as we could, it seemed the park was actually closed so the number of people there was much less then on a busy day.  It was truly a sight to see, roman workers scribing there names in stones as big as a car, the engineering that went into this incredible stretch of aqueduct was just astounding.  We explored the monument for hours taking time to ensure that we would also explore each other, a kiss, and a hug as we stood swaying in the breeze small gentile things to let each other know how we felt.  Children playing around us, other couples having pick-nicks and the many other photographers meant that we would have to behave.

As our time here came to a close we both realized we had spent most of the day without food, we took water on all of our adventures but relied on finding local food, as our adventures would unfold.  We began walking back the way we had come in hopes of finding two things, a place to eat and some sort of buss stop to let us know how to get back to Nimes.  One restaurant was all we passed along the two-mile stretch of road and though it slips my memory as to why we cold not eat there.  Our walk back continued until we got to the round-a-bout and stood puzzled for a bit as to where to go.   The round about had three entry ways, the way we came in, the walk to Pont du Gard and the third went over a bridge that lead to a small town, if we could not find the buss stop there we would be spending the night!  Just over the bridge was the very thing we hunted for, and once again trying to decipher the cryptic schedule lead both of us to a brief moment of panic as we either had just missed the last buss or it was about to come.  Several old men sitting on a bench watched us as we looked frantically up and down the street, then with out notice one of them pointed and said something in French at which time Jamie smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, the very last bus back to Niems that day was pulling up behind us!

Even though our day was coming to a close as we caught the last bus back to Nimes our adventure for that day had just begun.  Tired from our days activities and walking we both fell into our seats for the ride back to Nimes discussing what we might want for dinner and our nights activities.  Anytime we traveled we both had the opinion of walking the streets and eating at restaurants that not only appealed in taste but in decor and the people working or owning them.  We looked for restaurants that were different, usually off the beaten path and to this day had never had nothing but fantastic meals.  I guess our reasoning was that if we go off the beaten path we would find restaurants where the owners prepared meals because they loved to cook, not to feed the tourists and simply make a living.
Our return to Nimes was welcome and the sun was just starting to set as we got back to our hotel.  Our room was on the second floor and through our window you could see across the street the last working Roman Coliseum in existence!  The view was extraordinary!  Just below the window was a restaurant that (as most in France do) had plenty of space for an out door cafe.  We would hear patrons at eating and drinking, as we got ready for whatever adventure was next.

The emotions of the day from seeing such beauty had caught up with us, all of our pent up desires while at Pont du Gard were now bursting to be let out, we still had an hour or two before we would head out to dinner, the window was open and a cool breeze would waft through the air once and a while.  Standing in front of the window gazing out at the sun setting over this fantastic city was over whelming.  I held her in my arms and began to caress her face from behind; as we stood there holding each other she could sense my excitement at the simple touch of her.  She turned to me looking up with her endlessly deep eyes and began to kiss me.   The taste of her lips on mine as we stood in that window is with me to this day.  I guided her over to our bed, which it turns out was two twin beds pushed together, which we discovered during our time the night before and ended up on the floor.  Ensuring that kind of moment would not happen again I laid her down and began to slowly remove her clothing.  She trembled slightly as the cool air would rush in through the open window, "can you just close the curtain, leave the window open but just close the curtain" she asked.   Of course I said getting up and walking over to the window.  As I looked back she had already remover her remaining clothing and I stood there gazing at her beauty, I could not look away! She was stunning; her face was flush with not only the excitement of the moment and filled with desire but flush from our wonderful day walking in the South of France.  What clothes I had on I started to remove and she stopped me abruptly, saying, "No, I want to do that".  My desire was always to please her and I could not help but follow her instructions, she was in control of this adventure!

She motioned me to sit on the bed as she got up and stood in front of me nude, any attempt at touching her was refuted though she smiled at every attempt.  As she slowly unbuttoned my shirt she would use her hands and gently touch my shoulders, face, her bare breasts would brush against me causing my skin to react with excitement.  With my shirt now off she sat behind me with her breasts pushing into my back, her hands rubbing my chest, playing with my nipple piercings I could hear her breathing change, I could feel her body heat increasing with every passing second.  She motioned me to lay on my back all the while never stopping her gentle caress.  She quickly removed my pants exposing all of me to her, she spent a great deal of time exploring my body with a soft touch as if to imprint on her mind every goose bump, every hair that she caused to rise and fall.  She was doing to me what I had do to her many times, I knew that her desire was to know my body, to taste it with her fingers.  I laid there letting her touch, feel, the desire to touch her was over whelming I could not stand it any longer!  "Look if you are going to do that I NEED to feel you, I need to touch you!"  I thought to myself "don't deny me the pleasure of sensing and touching your body, you can have mine but I need yours!"  My hands instinctively moved to hold her hips, they held there for a moment, and then moved to cup her face as she looked into my eyes, staring into me as if to be looking into my mind.  I pulled her face closer to mine, gently feeling her lips against mine, refraining from any intense kissing, I simply wanted to use  my lips to feel her face, chin, her nose, letting her twist her head so I cold feel the nape of her neck and her ears.

Neither of us could feel the breeze any longer and we both were now intensely hot, our act of exploration had caused our bodies to rise in temperature such that as she sat up I could see small beads of sweat rolling down her bare breasts collecting at her beautiful nipples.  I pulled her onto me in such a way that I could use my tongue to collect the sweet taste of her and drink her in.  Pulling her even closer to me I no was able to take all of her breasts into my mouth and as I did so she would moan with pleasure, from this point on any touch, any kiss any form of moment between our bodies, we would both moan with pleasure. There was no longer a reason to speak, we used our hands, eyes and bodies to communicate with the only sounds being uttered were tones that had the soul purpose of letting each other know the lever of pleasure we felt.  As we continued to explore each other the lighting in the room took on a surreal mood, I was aware of it but it was as if the only light that mattered was the light that reflected off our bodies, the rest of the room became nonexistent, the open window became nonexistent.

The room filled with the scent of her as we explored each other, her excitement was such that my body was drenched in her, she was drenched in me.  We fulfilled many desires, tasting, touching, kissing, our night of fulfillment continued for an hour until I laid on my back and motioned her to move on top of me, I could not stand it any longer I had to be one with her.  She moves such that I entered her and as she slid down on top of me she let out a moan that I had not heard with such intensity before. She trembled as I progressed deeper into her, until she rested on top of me, she leaned over to lay on top of me kissing me sucking and pulling on my lips with hers.  Our bodies were so tight to the others there was a vacuum between us and when she went to sit back up the reaction pulled her back down on top of me with force. Our bodies truly had become one in that moment.  We proceeded to make love, me thrusting deep inside her and with every stroke her moans had gotten louder, looking up at her I see her back arch and a pleasant scream escapes her mouth and pulses through the air.  We had completely disregarded the open window, the busy cafe down stairs and the level of exquisite noise she and I had been making.

As we continued to make love, continued to explore each other, continued to bring each other to the very brink of sexual madness we both exploded, passionately and intensely satisfying, the desire to continue to please the other was never ending, our night was an explosion of pent up desires that would not end!  As we both began to come back to reality and the room once again appeared I looked up at her smiling a very big smile, she looked at me puzzled and said "what?” "Nothing" I replied, "just enjoying the moment."  She looked toward the window hearing a noise and having gotten a bit closer to reality asked, "what are they clapping about?” "You" I replied, "they are applauding our love making, I guess we had gotten louder then we thought we could” Her moans of pleasure had become a permanent part of the city of Nimes.  There was no doubt whether she had been satisfied, the patrons of the restaurant below our window knew she had been, they knew I had been.
Now embarrassed (a bit) at our show she asked that I close the window while we readied our selves for the night, laughing at our show, relishing in the intensity of it, we once again got dressed and despite having a plan to find a restaurant online wandered out into the city to find a place to nourish our now spent bodies.  Though our day had the perfect weather as we made love in our hotel room the rain once again began to fall, not enough to prevent us from wandering out but just enough to give the night view of Nimes a wonderful glow.  We found our selves walking through the city in search of a restaurant, we had no idea what it would be or what kind of food they would serve that would come when we found it.  Stumbling over the cobblestone streets we found our selves in front of a very small African restaurant that looked quite interesting, through the window we could see an eclectic collection of items that were clearly from Africa.  As Jamie read the menu posted outside we were greeted by an African woman who came out of the restaurant at seeing us linger just outside.  She was pleasant and very out going, Jamie and she talked about the menu and it was decided we would have our dinner there.

Walking into the small structure it was set up so that at best 12 to 16 people could eat at the same time and that would have been a tight fit.  The restaurant was charming, and we quickly knew we had made the correct choice.  Once inside we were introduced to an African male who was just as excited as the female, it seemed that they were the owners and the only two working in the restaurant that night.  We discovered that the female was as artist as well and that some of the items hanging on the wall was by her.  We were asked what our wine choice would be and though they only had a few varieties to choose from they were all from Africa, I suggested we let them decide as they knew the food and what wine would be well suited to bring out the flavor.  Our meal was absolutely fantastic, we sampled various dishes recommended by the owners and each dish was better then the one before.  As we approached our second bottle of wine, the meal, the night and the wine started to catch up with us as we laughed and reminisced about the days adventures, all of them.  After paying the bill and leaving a well deserved tip for these folks we started our journey back to the hotel though having not paid much attention the way we got there getting home it would seem to be an adventure as well.
We wandered through the streets of Niems laughing and stopping frequently to soak in the crisp night air and each other and it was apparent that the wine had gone to Jamie's head as we both stumbled over the cobblestone streets and each other.  At one point I stopped, turned around to blurted the following: "Ok mam I am sorry but we are going to have to give you a sobriety test here, it seems you may have had a bit to much to drink the way you are walking." I continued with "can you please walk a straight line, here follow this line for me” laughing as the words exited my mouth.  She tried her best to walk the line I had shown her, tipping one way then the other when in an instant she ended up on her bottom looking up at  me laughing at her inability to walk.  "Wait that was not fair" she blurted as I picked her up from the ground.  "Its wet and I slipped” let me have a do over officer" she stated.  After a moment of sitting and snuggling in the now very chilly air I said, "ok once again but you must pass this time or punishment will be swift” She laughed at my comment and proceeded to make another attempt at walking a straight line.  Though she was able to walk, it was far from straight though at least this time she maintained an upright stance.  We laughed at our game and continued our walk back to the hotel.  We found our selves walking next to the coliseum, which meant our hotel was just around the corner.  

Without warning and with all the force she could muster she pushed me in a dark corner next to one of the pillars of this magnificent structure.  We stood for several moments embracing each other kissing with all the passion we could under a now clear night sky.  We laughed as a group of young girls passed us, looking intently as we kissed and gazed into each other’s eyes.  Then she stepped back from me, a long stare into my eyes and proceeded to kneel there in front of me.  Holding my hands for stability her eyes lit by the night moon of Nimes, they were glowing with an inner beauty rarely seen in anyone.  The noise that surrounded us was gone, people walking in the streets were gone, the same feeling I had in our hotel room had returned, the world no longer existed just she kneeling in front of me and me looking down at her beautiful face.   "Will you marry me?" she said, as I helped her back to her feet I held her close and said "Any second of any day I would marry you!” we held each other in a tight embrace as we made our way back to our hotel room, feeling even more passion and desire for each other then ever.  Our day’s adventures ended in a loving tight embrace and the echoes of applause played our heads as we drifted to sleep in each others arms.

 

Standing in the window in studio 3

I climbed up on top of the old radiator and into the window sill of one of the windows at Studio 3 while talking on the phone with you, I some how figured it made us closer thinking we were both some how connected to the sky, the stars then each other.  We got around the frustration of dropped calls… hate the phone on a train thing, just hate it.  Regardless we got through it, one spoke the other listened, interrupted only on occasion because of someone walking past while you were standing in the narrow hallway.

Your words fill my mind, your sounds fill my heart, and you fill my every desire as we speak.  We talked about your day and then some more intimate and very satisfying things. Those little things we like to do to each other, whenever we meet again.

Standing in the window of Studio 3 I watch as people walk into the DIA unsuspecting of the conversation unfolding just 3 stories above their heads, with your deep breaths you reveal to me your desire, your feelings, your passion. “I want you” is blurted out, “I want you too” is my response.  Here it is six hours after that call ended and I still want you, still feel the passion and desire in me to take you.  It never subsides for me.  It just builds until we have the next conversation, the next time I hear I want you.  I want you, three very powerful words when two people are standing in front of each other and can act on them, even more powerful words when two people are thousands of miles apart, “I want you”!  I feel me inside you, I feel you inside me, I feel every stroke we make and from the look on your eyebrows so do you,  

I want you… three very powerful words standing nude in front of each other, even more powerful thousands of miles apart.

We tell each other “those words”; I love you, three very powerful words to be sure.  I never say them lightly, I don’t offer those words to very many people, certainly not the way my life has gone anyway, some throw them around as casually as a “hello” or “nice to see you”, I don’t, I say them only to people I do love, three powerful words.  I want you, I love you, is there a difference?  I guess it would be only minimal, given whom we are and that we are the same.  I want to make love to you in every possible way; I want you in every possible way.  Not sure… but I want you, I have wanted you for sometime.  We have an open and very much needed intimate relationship for two people who both fight the enemy “loneliness”.  But I want more of you, I want all of you, I want to be able to say to you “I want you” right here and now and you able to respond right here and now.  I want you to know that I want you, I desire you and I need to feel you in so many ways, for so many lengths of time. 

I want you… 
I love you…

Lying naked in Studio 3

The heat, the thrill of starting new projects,
I am lying here naked in studio 3 trying to fall asleep...

After an hour or two I finally realized it's the fact,
you are the last thing I think of at night,
the first thing I think of in the morning...

Laying here naked in studio 3 thoughts rush through my mind,

What would it be like if...

I could run my finger tips over your body,
feel the goose bumps as they rise in the heat,
feel that small bead of sweat,
roll under my finger tips till it had no choice,
but to follow the laws of gravity,
and trickle down the side of you exposing,
the curvature of your body,

What would it be like if...

I tasted every spot on you,
I inhaled you,
I explored those beautifully delicate ears you have,
then explored every place else.

What would it be like if...

The heat consumed us and we fell fast asleep
in the the same dream, in each others arms...

Morning comes and the same "first" thoughts of you are
the first thing on my mind,

Will you:

Have a beautiful day,
be treated kindly,
feel loved,
feel needed,
be content.

They are the same always and every morning,
they are the same always and every night...

lying here naked in studio 3,
the dark the loneliness,
the inspiration,
makes my mind wander,
but when I find my self lying here naked,
the most vulnerable a man can be,
facing an artists worst enemy, loneliness,
my mind always goes back to...

What would it be like if...

Nude

NO not me silly!  The concept, photography, paintings, drawings or the written description of it.

Based on some events over the last few weeks I had wanted to write this.  It may change from time to time but it is in essence a first stab at the frustration I had been feeling on this topic.

There seems to be an increase in acts these days that would if successful, completely dissolve the NUDE in any form.  A fellow Red Bubbler felt so threatened that he removed ALL of his NUDES from his portfolio and this is one talented man.  Extremely tasteful, well done artistic NUDES.  I have had to recently change my cell number because of calls from someone who I guess does not like what I do regarding both my photographic view women and my oils of them.

Why bother to write about it?

If this trend continues, and I am sure it will, and more people feel the need to remove there work from this site and others then what is next?  The simple act of writing about a NUDE or tender moment that is even the least bit descriptive.  I am not by nature an alarmist but a few years ago I noticed the trend here in the US to cover the bare breasts of statues in Washington D.C. I have never been more embarrassed for this country.

My studio is in my home, I am married and have a 15-year-old daughter and take extreme detail in what I do.  The models I shoot have gotten lectures from me because they come to shoot unescorted, by them selves.   My point is in my studio women are treated with respect and dignity.  Not the case in all situations and certainly it should be. 

Do these “fundamentalists” really think they are doing a good service by there actions?  Or are they beating on there own chests making themselves look good.  I had the family member of a model write me an email telling me that because of the photos I took of her, she was one step from becoming an erotic dancer (a stripper) and then a prostitute he continued to tell me how dammed I was… Though this man decided that her posing for my VR Models project was completely safe and OK despite there being 8 different poses which were a complete 360-degree view of the model NUDE!

If any of us give in to such stupidity and ignorance then lets just call this the “Dark Ages” religion, personal beliefs, tastes need to be tempered with rational thought.  We are after all in the 21st century!  I will never stop taking tasteful photographs of NUDE women and I will never stop painting tasteful oils of NUDE women.

Body heat

The heat, God the intense heat!  Will it ever subside, will it ever cool off?  I had no idea just how hot it was until we met, that first night standing naked in the window hoping for a breeze to blow though, even a whisper of a breeze would be welcomed.

Standing there my arm around your waist, my chest pushing up against your back, the softness of your breasts brushing my arm bringing a new sensation every-time we moved ever so slightly.  We stood rocking from side to side watching as the crowed went about there lives 3 stories below us, never once suspecting we were there in an embrace so tight we became one.

As I brushed your long hair over to one side it allowed me to see those delicate ears I speak about, allowed me to gently caress the nape of your neck with my lips, the sweet taste of you as we stood in the heat.  My arm wrapped around your waist your arm on top of mine, your fingers exploring every inch of mine.  Slowly touching each knuckle, my finger tips.  My right arm dropped to feel the length of your waist, hip and leg... the soft texture of your skin in the heat, boiling under my finger tips.

We stand there swaying slowly from side to side, watching the night sky as the stars slowly drift though.  A gentile kiss on the side of your neck, my lips exploring your ear, while I whisper "I am here, standing right behind you" a playful tug on your earlobe produces that smile of yours, those dreamy eyes lift up enough to meet mine but then just as quickly drift back to the nights wandering sky.

Standing there slowly swaying from side to side, embraced so tight that the sweat from our bodies forms an immovable suction and we are locked in that position, neither of us mind and we continue some very soft explorations of the other, small areas on can reach without breaking the embrace, without breaking the rhythm of our movement.

My right hand moves to rest on your belly and a small but gentile gesture on my part brings a smile to your face again.  You now exploring my face with your lips, my left ear, my neck, we sway to the rhythm of us, we move according to that rhythm and we breathe each other in with deep breaths, filling our lungs completely.  We sway from side to side never moving but exploring every bit we can without breaking that embrace.

The night comes to an end with the sound of a phone beeping in my ear, my battery was dying and the connection was about to be lost, we were standing there swaying from side to side and I had never left my studio, you were thousands of miles away, we were connected because it was the only way it could be, you were standing in your studio looking out over the nights sky and I was in mine looking out over a bustling city.  Both of us standing there swaying alone, but as one, exploring the other as though we were together.

Whispering in your ear "I am hear with you, I am always with you", you whispering back "I know I feel you here everyday, I see you when my eyes are closed, I feel you when I sleep".  The breathing, the motion, the scent, the taste was all consuming, it was life saving for the both of us.

After the connection was lost I walked over to the sink and grabbed a towel because despite having the air conditioner on full blast I had left a small pool of sweat on the studio floor, glancing up in the small mirror above the sink I noticed several small lips stick marks on my neck.  I could feel you with me, smell your scent in the air.  I could still feel the two of us swaying from side to side in that tight embrace

Never wanting to let go, never getting enough.

The human male

Is for the most part afraid to admit that all he wants is to immerse himself in the female of the species.

Presumably because of hundreds of thousands of years of the hunter gatherer thing…

Neanderthal like yes!

But here is the thing:

From my perspective,

There is nothing I enjoy more then to admire the shape of the female form, the earlobes, the slender neck, the shoulders, the bottom, or the simplest of features like the belly button!

There is nothing more enjoyable then to run my fingers over breasts with erect nipples that let me know the feeling is mutual.  To feel the shape of hips that give way to the perfect bottom, and every bottom is perfect in my mind!

There is nothing more enjoyable then to see thousands of goose bumps rise because of the raw pleasure experienced by the female, then see them disappear just as fast because body temperature raises higher then the goose bumps.

There is nothing more desirable then the taste of a woman… the lips, the tongue, the neck, the breasts with those erect nipples, the taste of the navel, the taste of a woman defines her, makes her who she is… the taste of a woman is simply put; desire in it's purest form!

The human male is for the most part afraid to admit desire to taste, to feel the curvature of a woman under his fingers, to taste the beads of sweat rolling down her breasts, to taste her navel and beyond, afraid to admit that these things are true.

I am not and I want to feel every bit, taste every inch, hold for hours on a cold night.  I want and desire woman, as they are full of sensuality, beauty, and curves I want to taste~

I am the human male and I desire…