The one hundred and nineteenth thing I love about us is the utter impotence of clouds and night to dim the bright sun that is you.
But, don't you need a break from sunlight every once in a while, or else you'll get all hot and start to sweat and ... oh, wait, that's a whole different way your post works, isn't it!
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...
But, don't you need a break from sunlight every once in a while, or else you'll get all hot and start to sweat and ... oh, wait, that's a whole different way your post works, isn't it!
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