Searching for:
the real marlboro men who would slap us around like Tea Cake and then administer real understanding in the form of a fuck. Where is Johnny Cash? Where is John Wayne? 
Growl straightforward/sexual things in our ears and then smoke a cig while playing something on the guitar PLEASE.
Convey all of your emotions in actions and surprising expressions of tenderness. We don’t want to expect psuedo rehearsed verbose exclamations of love. Keep us yearning for your manly smoky scent and rough touch.