Six Sentence Sunday

 This is my first entry so don’t be too harsh.  Its from my rejection…



He stood at over six foot tall, with coal black hair and the greenest eyes that would hypnotize even the most jaded person.  With wide shoulders, trim hips and thighs that will look spectular naked.  His Wrangler jeans hugged every inch, and those jeans were older, softer looking and would feel oh so good against my own legs.  They’d look even better crumpled around his ankles.  He wore the tightest black t-shirt, it was close to bursting on his biceps and barely containing his six pack abs.  Straightening his Stetson on his head, he turns around and walks up to me, my stomach began to flutter and my palms sweat a bit.