The one hundred and fifty-ninth thing I love about us is kissing you until I don't know where your lips end and mine begin.
Okay, let's do that! (As soon as we finish blogging, I mean!)
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...
Okay, let's do that! (As soon as we finish blogging, I mean!)
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