I want some Crab. Right now! It's snowing and cold and I want to be next to him. I want to play with his hair. Its so so soft! I just love the way his curls feel in between my fingers. I haven't touched it in about a year probably. (I'm so weird) I want to touch him. His skin is so soft and smells so good. I love it when I leave him and can still smell him on my hands and face.
The other day...
I wrote that like three hours ago (the other day), came back and now I haven't the slightest idea of what I was writing.
So. Um... yeah... uh....
Oh. Oh. I know what I was gonna write!
So the other day I was on his bed sleeping. Yup. You didn't misread that. I was A) on the bed and B) sleeping. And he took a shower and he walked back in the room naked and he had oiled himself up after his shower. And he turned the lights up and I woke up. I slowly opened my eyes and it was like... I heard the angels singing.
I'm gonna ask him can I put up a picture of his body if I crop his head out. It is beautiful and when he gets out of the shower and oils up that work of art....
I want him to send me a dick pic.
Imma ask him for one. A sloppy dick pic. Like when its all spitty. Yum.... it just seems to sparkle and I try not to stare at it. Cause I think it might seem weird if I do.
If it were acceptable I would make a little shrine to it. And I would bring it gifts like little gucci trinkets and trident tropical twist gum. And cologne samples. And sometimes I would wrap a scarf around the shrine because Crab likes scarves.
Um.... did that sound psycho? Like some shit you see on Law and Order? But see that's why I prefaced said written lunacy with
IF IT WERE ACCEPTABLE
I'm not crazy.