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By ~Harem~ Date: 2004 Jan 25 Comment on this Work [[2004.01.25.04.51.1167]] |
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So I traded you for an electric blanket - It seemed like a good choice at the time. The blanket is just as warm as you, and it is adjustable to my needs. It has 7 different levels of heat and instantly does the trick. It's thick and soft and cuddly and covers me so completely so sweetly; so neatly. Oh come on - who am I kidding. The damn thing burns my skin sometimes - I'm either too warm or sizzling like a sausage. And worst of all - even when I shut it off - It takes a long time to cool down. I'm left swealtering and sweating. But the real issue here is - It doesn't caress me nor confess to me that it cares. My heart and lips are still cold it's getting old; this foney fake warmth. It doesn't talk to me nor whisper in my ear. When I hold it tight in the night it doesn't squeeze me back and what I lack is you. |