ARMED AND DANGEROUS
The attached picture of Jensen's arm was an effective muse.
A mystery lady ponders on the delight that is Dean's arms ...
Disclaimer: I don't on him
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Those arms.
I mean, really; those arms! Have you seen them?
They're a thing of beauty; a finely sculpted masterpiece. Smooth as silk, and at the same time, as hard as marble.
I love their strength; their power and, by contrast, I love their gentleness.
And who couldn't love those little freckles – like tiny little flecks of gold, making him even more priceless than he already is.
I love my boy's hands; I know he takes care of them and for someone who does hard, manual work, they're surprisingly soft. Long fingers too. I love those fingers; very clever, very deft. You'd be surprised the things he can do with those delightful digits – and you'd be impressed.
Very impressed.
And those wrists. Did I mention that I love those wrists? Slim and strong, and very flexible. I love both his wrists, but I especially love the way his watch hugs the lean lines of his left one!
His watch is all of us.
Of course, it goes without saying that I love his biceps.
Biceps…
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Oh, excuse me – drifted off for a moment there.
I think it's fair to say that I love Dean's arms; all the way from those magnificent shoulders down to his nimble fingertips.
But do you know what I love most about those arms?
No?
I'll tell you.
Most of all, I love the fact that right now, they're under my hood handling all my moving parts.
Yep.
Sucks to be you!
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