The one hundred and ninety-fifth thing I love about us is the all but infinitely many memories I can call up of you that make me smile.
Plus, there's me right here that you don't even have to remember to make you smile!
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...
Plus, there's me right here that you don't even have to remember to make you smile!
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