can we cuddle?
in just our underwear, so our skin can touch. can i hold you while you wrap yourself around me? i’ll play with your hair and drag my fingertips across your skin. you’ll peck at my neck while i’ll laugh and tell you to stop. we could whisper cute things to each other over pillows that no one else could hear. then i’d pull out my hunting knife and sacrifice you to the mighty dark lord Satan, while chanting sacrificial hymns.
dear joe shmoe, Skype me! I wanna see that wonderful face and hear that voice of yours.
I don’t know what im doing with my personal life… I guess you could say im keeping my options open… but it makes me feel like crap