i get tired. tired of being so damned capable. how nice it would be to feel taken care of for once in my life. to roll over in the moments before dawn and fold myself into you, all masculine scented and warm and protective. how nice it would be to leave my worries in the crook of your arm and my responsibilities in the palms of your hands.
how nice.
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don't we all want to let go sometimes?
i wish this to just for a moment not to be the one holding everythiing together including me. you've done it my friend peeked inside my head and stole my thoughts. hugs
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