The eighty-second thing I love about us is, waking up in the morning and seeing that you're already awake and just watching me with that look in your beautiful eyes!
It's a date for tomorrow morning, then.
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...
It's a date for tomorrow morning, then.
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