The one hundred and fifty-first thing I love about us is the smell of your skin.
I already know that from all the times I got tickled by your nose! (I mean I already know that you love that, not that it's the 151st thing you love.)
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 already know that from all the times I got tickled by your nose! (I mean I already know that you love that, not that it's the 151st thing you love.)
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