The better-not-be-unluckieth thing I love about us is, we're not very superstitious at all. But I'm still being careful with these next few listies!
I don't think they will be. Knock on wood.
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...
I don't think they will be. Knock on wood.
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