Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Cuddle-leg

I can never get enough of getting my leg cuddled the shit out of when I'm working on late work and he is sleeping. It's like a child holding on to its teddy bear that it has to have when it sleeps. Maybe it's because I've missed being so openly and deeply wanted.

Who knows. I've got an application to finish.

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