Benedict Cumberbatch… every single part of this man is an exquisite piece of art to drink in…
Hardcore neck porn. I wanna bite his Adam’s apple…
I’m sexually attracted to every piece of Mr. Cumberbatch (his hair, his eyes, his legs to name but a few) but: His neck is just spectacular… so long, strong, pale…so sensual… and that virile Adam’s apple… I would love to watch him swallow for hours…
I sometimes think of Walt Whitman’s “Poem of the Body” when I look at this beautiful man…
The expression of a well-made man appears not
only in his face,
It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in
the joints of his hips and wrists,
It is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex
of his waist and knees—dress does not
hide him,
The strong, sweet, supple quality he has, strikes
through the cotton and flannel,
To see him pass conveys as much as the best
poem, perhaps more,
You linger to see his back, and the back of his
neck and shoulder-side…
… Head, neck, hair, ears, drop and tympan of the
ears,
Eyes, eye-fringes, iris of the eye, eye-brows, and
the waking or sleeping of the lids,
Mouth, tongue, lips, teeth, roof of the mouth,
jaws, and the jaw-hinges,
Nose, nostrils of the nose, and the partition,
Cheeks, temples, forehead, chin, throat, back of
the neck, neck-slue…
