With ardour.

I really don't feel like talking about work.





My love.
Where have you been? I have been pining for you since you left my embrace. Vast distance between us, and I miss you so. Your sweet scent lingers. The taste of your smoothness burns in my throat. The delight you send to my mind is overpowering. Your charm warms my heart like nothing else does. Your temptation is impossible to resist. I desire for you.
I long for you, Mug.
I yearn for my rootbeer.


I miss these two beloved guys of mine too.





Yes, I slept after three last night. Sorry, Jean(: