Sucking It Up

In last month or two, during a phase when my lap is always full, my neck skin is constantly fondled, and “I yuv you a bushel and a peck” is whispered repeatedly into my ear throughout the day, I am exceedingly aware that I have never before–and will never again–be loved as sweetly deeply profoundly… Continue reading Sucking It Up

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