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That Most Sweet Affection
Soft, so soft, your lips against mine. I am grazed by their grace and drunk on their wine. We touch and we taste, endlessly divine engrossed...
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... when I think of you.
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The two hundred and eighty-seventh thing I love about us is, when I'm around you, I only want to curse if things are curse-ably good, or...
Wait, do you mean when there's sunshine at my side and you lie in it, or when we're both lying in the sunshine and you're at my side? (I guess it doesn't matter since they're both good, and also even if I'm not in the sunshine at first and it's just by my side, I'll be in the sunshine as soon as you lie down next to me!)
ReplyDeleteObviously, dear, I meant lying beside you with both of us in the sunshine. But I'm really glad my less-than-entirely-clear wording made you say such a lovely thing.
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