Our Precious

Cold be heart and hand and bone,
Cold be travellers far from home.
They do not see what lies ahead,
When sun has failed and moon is dead.

I have another confession for you . . . I have naughty thoughts about Gollum.

Yes, he is an ugly little worm. Part of the attraction is, I know, some of that big-eyes-small-head thing that makes most baby critters cute. However, I think Gollum the person is deeply misunderstood and really quite a charming character.

He is intelligent, clever, loyal . . . a broken soul waiting to be healed. He is childlike in his naivete of the world, and childish in his emotional displays. I actually envy his ability to feel his emotions 100% -- be it joy, pain, hunger or anger, Gollum feels it with no filter. I can only aspire to such completeness of feeling.

He is also a repulsive head to be pulled to my breast, grabbing hands to paw my body. I think, in a way, he is Everyman. Appealing, and yet not. There for you, and yet not. Desired and yet reviled.

And I think he would fuck like a horny little jackrabbit.