S.V.U.

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.