And chests truly do denote the ENGINE CABIN of a man. It is the bulk of the material that makes up a man, and where their heart lies (physically and figurately speaking), as well as other essential organs that give life, life. It's as if arms and legs would be just the posts of a the bed ... the real place where we sleep and rest is on the mattress, the flat warm surface that is the chest, nuzzled between two pillows - the pecs!
And we know the engine is cranking and the motor is running, with all internal mechanisms funcitioning ... when a man stands tall with confidence with his chest puffed out. Whether that be posing for a pic, or just standing with good manly posture drinking a beer at a bar. I eternally search for that nook and crawlspace offered by a warm and comforting chest, and although I am neither large or broad chest-wise, when I have a head rested on my chest ... it is divine.
When somebody finds shelter in you, and you can offer it ... it is glee. To be able to provide that just with your body. We as humans often far remove ourselves from pack hunting group animal behaviour as if homo sapiens never did that in their past evolution. And then to see a mum and her pups nestled up against her, or a pack of wolves all bundled close together sleeping in a alcove during the night against the cold ...
I never date a guy for just his personality, but also for the shelter and security that his PHYSICAL body has to offer me. It's as if does the search for a lover JUST depend on finding specific brains on necks and suitable cocks that correspond below? No, it's also the container and the vessel that houses all of that - I want that too.
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| The male chest - source of power, source of refuge, source of pride, source of shelter |
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