You have to be odd to be number one.
I’m sick someone bring me a puppy
I want him in my bed next to me, on top of me, beneath me.
I want his arms wrapped around me, touching me, making contact with me.
I want his lips pressed against my lips, my neck, my wrists.
I want his warmth around me, surrounding me, filling me.
I want his love, passion, lust.
I want him.