Man look at that guy. Look at the way he walks. It's a clumsy swagger- controlled slightly. He walks like he has no worries or cares. He's just a part of the world, so fluidly, curly hair and all. I can't see his face, being behind him, but I imagine a languid smile gently pushing up his cheeks. His eyes full of joy and fire. His longish curly hair bounces so slightly with his carefree stride. It's very dark blonde with brown. Mostly brown.
I can tell just from the look of his backside that he's a sexy man. I hesitate to say man, since he can't be older than 22. That's the good thing about seeing someone on campus. They're probably between ages 18-23. Those are the beginnings of the best years of your life. Life begins at 21, I firmly believe. I'm 21 and invincible and ready to taste the sweets and the sours this world will throw upon me.
I feel the urge to tackle him. Just to touch him and feel his weight under my own. I can't think of anything sweeter than skin pressing on skin- even