The double-hundred-and-thirty-eighth thing I love about us is how you're pretty much always the one in charge but every once in a while when I get kind of bossy for whatever reason you totally let me.
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...
Boss me around however much you want, woman. I live for it.
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