My eye was arrested by this photo. I could wax poetic, gush on the muscle definition, the pectorals, the hardness and think on how these living human sculptures were most likely done without steroids, but good hard work, you know, these are professional dancers- and African. Steroids are expensive!
I need to touch and feel, eerrr, errrrrrrrrrr!
And, I would forget that I am missing His Excellency, the supposed subject of the photo. Which would be treasonous, because, well, in
Bite me, I am gay!