The twentieth thing I love about us is those moments of idyllic calm when we're just sitting, talking, or touching, and all the world feels right.
Ooooh, I love that too. So much!
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...
Ooooh, I love that too. So much!
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