The one hundred and thirty-seventh thing I love about us is body heat under a heavy comforter in the coldest part of winter.
Also in the summer if someone turns the AC down way farther than they ought to!
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...
Also in the summer if someone turns the AC down way farther than they ought to!
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