BE SOMEWHAT NEAR
FORT LAUDERDALE.
MOTORCYCLE ONLY.
ALLERGIC TO PETS, SMOKING AND INTERMINABLE TEXTERS.

Nice Jewish boys are not bikers, we ride motorcycles. No tattoos, no leather vest, no beard, no potbelly. A slow ride along A1A is a journey of the heart as we look at the coastline and listen to the sea, breathing in the maritime air rolling in from the ocean. Motorcycle wanderers realize the most valuable possessions are ones that can't be bought in stores, knowing the best things in life are all free, as we sail into the red light of the sun, slowly descending as the wind plays with the leaves.
You enjoy riding on a motorcycle. Pack on the PDAs. Be a woman that is active, not passive. Kiss me with your voice. I want to be surrounded by love and warmth.

Don't just sit on the backseat, show me your feelings; let me feel you holding me, touching me. Slowly, gently, abandon your defenses, let your feelings unfurl, let the pleasure of being with who you want to be with show itself in soft caresses. Stroke my mind with your affection, and listen to the music of your heart. Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender, Close you eyes and surrender to your dreams with your head upon my back. Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before. Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar and you'll live as you've never lived before. Let your soul take you where you long to be, for only then can you belong to me. Floating, feeling, sweet intoxication. Let the dream begin, let your desire free to overwhelm you. You alone hold the power to make this song of sweetness take flight. Help me make this dream a reality, for I don't know why it's such an impossibility, to see the starving children fed and the world at peace, and spend all my life with you next to me. I ask for nothing more than your company, and when I take your hand, you give me yours gently in reply. Your future full of pleasures, love and dreams fulfilled.

The wind plays with the leaves as the weather turns cooler. The red light of the sun, slowly descending, the light fades as you surround me with your arms, your head resting gently upon my back. You feel the vibration of the engine; the deep pitch of the exhaust as we cruise into the sunset, for you know that you've never had it as good as this before. Softly, deftly, you caress me. I feel it as you secretly possess me. Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind! In this darkness which you know you cannot fight, the darkness of the music of the night that is you, me and the motorcycle.

Let's go for a ride under a million stars, your hands gently in reply, seeing nothing but for the vast expanse of the sky, talking of nothing, learning of everything. Dress to kill, wear something tight, flash me a cute smile, come softly to me and swing that leg over the saddle of the bike for the ride of your life. Hold on to me, your head on my shoulder and let's ride the sunset along Ocean Blvd, in search of the answers to questions unknown. as we chase the setting sun, takin' it easy, easin' the load on our minds, your arms wrapped around me, the blustery air stirs the water into a landscape of motion with the occasional dolphins breaking the crests of the white caps showing us the way, with surfers on their boards riding the steady waves as they are pushed into the shore. The air and your hands on my back are intoxicating.

Bilancia

In Forma

6' 1 (1.85 m)

Marroni

Caucasico

Divorziato

Sì - Non a casa

No

Non ci penserei mai

Sale e pepe

Nessun animale

Sì

Qualche relazione

No

E' la mia vita

Sì

Abiti Borghesi

A1A

Un po' di scuole medie superiori

Autonomo

Divertimento/ Media

Owner/President

da €15,000Euro a €29,999Euro

Compagni di stanza

Tutto è calmo

No

No

Fico

Amichevole, Estroverso

Fotografia, Tenersi in forma, Istruzione

Uscire con gli amici, Relax, Andare a un museo

Starbucks or breakfast/lunch for getting to know each other

Amichevole

Ebreo

Mai

Saggio, Sarcastico, Amichevole

Notizie, Documentari

New Age, Ambient, Folk

Notizie, Narrativa

Below Is you.-

It's a hot summers day. I'm sitting outside on my porch, the heatwaves shimmering around me on a cloudless day.

My skin shines in the sun, with trails of sweat rolling down the side of my neck. Off in the distance, I hear a deep rumble.

The unmistakable sound grows with intensity until it is echoing off the houses on my street.

A huge smile on my face as I watch you pull into my driveway.

You holler at me "c'mon gorgeous! The wind is calling our names!"

Without a moments hesitation, I run over to him and plant a kiss on his lips,
put a leg over the saddle of his motorcycle and hug him hard as we pull out for our ride.

Perfection.

Acume, Spontaneità, Sensibilità, Empatia, Umorismo, Bellezza, Profondità, Intelligenza

Below Is you.-

It's a hot summers day. I'm sitting outside on my porch, the heatwaves shimmering around me on a cloudless day.

My skin shines in the sun, with trails of sweat rolling down the side of my neck. Off in the distance, I hear a deep rumble.

The unmistakable sound grows with intensity until it is echoing off the houses on my street.

A huge smile on my face as I watch you pull into my driveway.

You holler at me "c'mon gorgeous! The wind is calling our names!"

Without a moments hesitation, I run over to him and plant a kiss on his lips,
put a leg over the saddle of his motorcycle and hug him hard as we pull out for our ride.

Perfection.

Intimi, Impegnati