The one hundred and forty-seventh thing I love about us is whispering in your ear so long it makes you squirm and giggle.
You didn't even have to whisper that and I squirmed!
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...
You didn't even have to whisper that and I squirmed!
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