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[byanyname]

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either leave a message (or set of muses) for one of my assholes, or request a message from one of them. choose messages from the classic source, from your own skull, or whatever you may please.

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[onefellswoop]

Puppy, Puppy; it was in part the ardor of my dreams that both kept my mind fixed on your number, and kept my wariness alert. No one had sparked my interest as you did, and do. And I am [ ... ] sensitive regarding any potential of my own exposed weakness.

It isn't a weakness in the least; I know that now. What have you been if not a cause for ardent strength?

I regret I didn't let that strength speak sooner. It would have been better, more to you deserving, to have messaged you just as soon as I discovered your note. I would rather I hadn't left you waiting. What's done is done, but just think what we might have shared across the hours of that day. (The positive side: That we have all the time we like now; that we may chase our hearts' content in sharing.)

I doubted my fortune; I doubted my feeling, and its reciprocation.

Never again, my brave, my beautiful Puppy. Never again will I doubt my feelings, or your own.

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[honeystuff]

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Damn it.

Sweet as you are, and as much as I want to carry on texting you, making up for all those missed hours of sharing, my 3:30 is here half an hour early. I'd ignore them, but they'll just stand around the stables and watch me. Entitled pricks

I'm going to go find some busywork while I make them wait.

Don't worry. It'll leave me with a substantial buildup of longing. (That was the accomplishment of seven hours of waiting, as well: desperate desire for you.)

Bring your cold, dark, vindictive, rotten heart with you tonight. Bring all your ardor and adoration. I'll take all of it, because it all composes you, and you are the loveliest composition I've ever known.

I'll be waiting.

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[honeystuff]

Sweetheart. ;)

[onefellswoop]

For you, my Puppy, I'll be patient all these impending hours.

And spend my time in thought of you, and longing.

Know this, Puppy: You are on your sweetheart's mind, and in electric memory upon his fingertips, his lips, his throat.

My Honey Pup; I'll soon be with you.