What to say about Olivier when the words themselves are not enough? Well, I risk it ... First of all, when he opens the door to you, it's nothing less than an APPARITION! To say that he is beautiful would be an insult to his beauty as his plasticity is perfect and immediately captivates you. It is Apollo descended straight from Olympus, but it is not a marble statue that you have in front of you, it is a Man, a real one, whose harmonious body, the finely drawn musculature, the curve of buttocks seem to have been sculpted by Phidias or Praxiteles and are an irresistible invitation to please the eyes at first. And then, if you doubt the reality, there are his eyes that land on you, that dark gaze that pierces you and to which you can only succumb. Then his hands rest on you (moment of grace!), Brush against you, brush against you, magical, as unreal ... His body comes to curl up against yours, and warms you with its heat, finishing to set you on fire. The following ? Words cannot say it, but know that it is not the seventh heaven that he will make you reach, it is Olympus. Time has stopped, as if suspended, you taste a moment of eternity and you ask for more, again, again ... and always. Finally, to all this Olivier adds Grace. a divine spark caressed him at his birth and his body, magnificent, sublime, unforgettable, shelters an incomparable sensitivity, intelligence, soul. He calls himself macho, for me he is the absolute and perfect Incarnation of the Male, combining with a subtle and consummate art tenderness and strength. As you can see, this meeting was a real crush, an immeasurable love at first sight, and I now savor the immense privilege of having shared so much with HIM!
