Sweet mother of all that's holy. I can't stop staring at this. When I first saw it, I had JUST woken up from a very nice sleep. I proceeded to flop my mouth open like a fish and may have squealed so loudly, the only things that could hear me were bats. I just... I can't.
What a lovely thought, to be waking up from a very nice sleep to see these lovely pins... {happy sighs} You know, once, in an effort to keep my adoration at reasonable levels, I told myself that he didn't have great knees. I see now how misguided I was. Fie to limits on such obviously deserved adoration!
Thank you for your kind words about the poem. It was indeed inspired, and therefore I think all the credit for any good stuff should go to Rupert Himself. :-)
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Rupert makes me have a foot/toe fetish.
I regret nothing.
Also, your poem is... well, it's inspired.
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Thank you for your kind words about the poem. It was indeed inspired, and therefore I think all the credit for any good stuff should go to Rupert Himself. :-)
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