‘I want Shaun to read me poetry. On a picnic, in a park, on the couch, I don’t care where or when. I just want to listen to his hot as hell voice read poetry. We’d lay together, wherever we are, with my head on his chest and a book in his hands. I’d get more and more turned on with each poem until I can’t even pay attention anymore and drag him to our bed to fuck his ever loving brains out.’

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