"He needs me. God, I need him to need me...How often do we ever feel like this, this burn and ache, knowing that nothing else will do and that the need will not subside until satisfied? Not often...He is what I need, his restless sounds when I kiss his neck, fingers splayed on his chest – touching, must keep touching."

(Quote from Anna Green's The Heart Rate of A Mouse, please help me find the owner of the photograph!)

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