The two hundred and thirty-seventh thing I love about us is the way a touch from your fingertip means more than anything most people could say to me.
Does that mean a ten-finger rib-tickling will say the very most possible even for 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...
Does that mean a ten-finger rib-tickling will say the very most possible even for me???
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