I think it might just be time for another dark angsty sex poem, guys. Hold me to it.
Stupid hormones. Stupid singleness. Stupid vivid sex dreams.
Ahem.
Maybe if I looked halfway like Callie from Grey's, I might get some. Or Izzie. Heeee, the muffins...
I would like to apologise to
miriamus. Cos I'm a shit to her sometimes. Sorry, Maz
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