I'm the luckiest man in the world. I have been loved and am loved by so many.
Cherish that feeling, pull it over you like a quilt to keep you warm, because it isn't always promised.
All that love. Breath. Stares. Touch. So many lovers. More than I can count on two hands. It makes me who I am. All that spit and taste. Their smell. Their touch.
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