Thursday, August 17, 2023

Thing Number Two Hundred and Eleven

The two hundred and eleventh thing I love about us is when your hair drapes itself over me like a waterfall and I feel awash in the softness of your being. 

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That Most Sweet Affection

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...