The double-hundred-and-eighteenth thing I love about us is our only limit is our imaginations!
And they're pretty wide open!
Hmm. I'm imagining a number of things now ...
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...
Hmm. I'm imagining a number of things now ...
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