The one hundred and forty-third thing I love about us is brushing your hair for you.
I love when you do that too! (Except when it's too tangly and you really have to muscle that brush through the knotty spots.)
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 love when you do that too! (Except when it's too tangly and you really have to muscle that brush through the knotty spots.)
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