Wild Desire
Not to mention a raw, masculine grace, and a thoughtprovoking bulge in that most crucial of places!
It was more than simple, anatomical assets. This year’s Ross had a hint of the big cat about him, a pure, yet discreet alpha-maleness as unstudied as it was exciting. But it was his eyes which really got to me: brown, almond-shaped and enormous, they held a pain that was heavy and dark and sexual. To me, those shadows were explicit; they said that for all his quietness and youth, Ross had loved ~and fucked — and lost.