The one hundred and thirty-third thing I love about us is walking into a room and from the lingering scent of your perfume knowing that you were just there.
Sometimes I make sure you're not looking and then just totally smoosh my face into your pillow and breathe!
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...
Sometimes I make sure you're not looking and then just totally smoosh my face into your pillow and breathe!
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