[Home is right here in his arms, and in that mouth. There's a place for him. He can feel it and taste it. Mr. White would love to be a man with no cares or worries. To do that he'd not have anything he needs to care for or serve. What then? Selfish detached living for years more to come.
Hello, loneliness.
Not something he wants. A messy hand, a messy bed and a deep breathless kiss...are absolutely what he craves.]
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Hello, loneliness.
Not something he wants. A messy hand, a messy bed and a deep breathless kiss...are absolutely what he craves.]