My Talcum Obsession

Talcum beats Cologne!

Yeah, the wonders accomplished by a mere faint whiff of talc in the air. When you dust a lad in talc and have him sashay past me, dear lord, you have no idea how it actually titillates my fancy. I am engulfed by love and the sheer nakedness of erotism trudge out, unabashed, uninhibited. I could shut my eyes and a million different colours are conjured up, painting a divine portrait of why mother nature has made us all in pairs. All my cynical beliefs of love burnt to ashes with that one puff. A man caught between a whiff of talcum rids me of my sanity.


I hope all men would ditch their bottle of vileful suffocation and embrace this powder of power!

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