Nap, Hermann. For fuck's sake, one of us might as well sleep, in bed, no less, with nice memory-foam pillows and those soft sheets of yours.
Dude, I can almost smell the fabric softener--and you, your skin smells so good after a shower, so pink, and your hair, the way it sticks up after you towel it dry, the way your lashes look even more full when wet-- I was a pretty shitty songwriter back when I had a band, Hermann, I can admit that... but you're what men write songs about.
Here I am waxing poetic about a fresh-from-the-shower Hermann Gottlieb. I wasn't even picturing you naked, honest, and that's the worst part of this. It wasn't even, like...THAT. I could practically feel your pajamas...the flannel, the piping, the plastic buttons, how they push against my cheek and leave marks and...
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Nap, Hermann. For fuck's sake, one of us might as well sleep, in bed, no less, with nice memory-foam pillows and those soft sheets of yours.
Dude, I can almost smell the fabric softener--and you, your skin smells so good after a shower, so pink, and your hair, the way it sticks up after you towel it dry, the way your lashes look even more full when wet-- I was a pretty shitty songwriter back when I had a band, Hermann, I can admit that... but you're what men write songs about.
Here I am waxing poetic about a fresh-from-the-shower Hermann Gottlieb. I wasn't even picturing you naked, honest, and that's the worst part of this. It wasn't even, like...THAT. I could practically feel your pajamas...the flannel, the piping, the plastic buttons, how they push against my cheek and leave marks and...
When did I get so pathetic?