Cataloguing our fantasy files, one lonely night at a time.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
bone limericks
I’ve crushed on you since “Gimmie the light.” At night I dream about you holding me tight. Intense and unyielding, like yr bedazzled headbands, Wrapped up in my sheets, he’s got some big hands! Lord I would never put up a fight.
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