There he goes again, my nursery rhyming, rabid dog roomie foaming at the mouth like clockwork. He stands tall, his chest out, head held high-- like good posture can substitute for posturing. He wears crazy like armor, but the weight of it wears him down by day’s end
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Wow. If that's not a perfect description of the boy I'll eat my hat.
Great catch of a moment in time.
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He wears crazy like armor, but the weight of it wears him down by day’s end.
That is so Just Right. And this, too:
So when that door clicks shut at lockdown, this pod becomes a decompression chamber.
Major bout of line envy going on over here. Beautiful, Mav!
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Wow. Thanks. That coming from you just makes my day, dear.
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"...like good posture can substitute for posturing"
"He wears crazy like armor..."
And my favorite "Vulnerable, sarcastic and needy, an altogether intoxicating combination that makes my mouth water and my dick hard."
And I love the ending tone of the last line. Fantastic writing from beginning to end!
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He don’t see me as a threat,
Chilling, with what we know is coming!
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