This brash winter.. This fierce cold.. I've been stiff, rigid and lonely for weeks now. There is one thought that lights my soul on fire. David dribbled some barbecue sauce on me the other day while he was eating and playing destiny, it felt so nice. The spices in the sauce tingled and stimulated me to a point where I felt I could lactate, so magical. If YoYo were here I know he would have hugged me with his plump lips and tonged me lightly, if only.. Such a passionate moment that I can only hope to have happen someday. Alas, this dream, this fantasy, will never come to life as there is an ocean that separates us. My only hope is for the weather to to become even colder and unforgiving. To elongate me, to make me reach out through David's shirt, and across the land. Crossing tectonic plates and time zones to find my real home in the warmth of YoYo's mouth. This is my dream..