I haven't slept naked since I left him.
Tonight, in bed alone,
feels like the icy skin of loneliness.
With blue sheets skating across tiny hairs,
bristling and erect in the cold.
Tonight, in bed alone,
feels like the icy skin of loneliness.
With blue sheets skating across tiny hairs,
bristling and erect in the cold.
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steven:
Hahahaa that's cool. Such a funny incident - well worth it 
platypuz:
I have red & black sheets,with lots of doonahs & blankies & such so im toasty in the coldest of climes..hope all is weel,cant wait to see this amazing ball gown your making