The one hundred and eighty-seventh thing I love about us is the way the world makes more sense when I'm in your presence.
Well I know it's not because I'm doing such a good job of explaining it!!!
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...
Well I know it's not because I'm doing such a good job of explaining it!!!
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