The one hundred and eighty-third thing I love about us is imagining all the places we might go together while also knowing that nowhere we might go could improve upon us being together here.
You're right! We're so anywhere!
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're right! We're so anywhere!
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