The two hundred and twenty-ninth thing I love about us is the music I hear whenever I look at you from across the room.
Is it like, different music every time? Or do you mean I have my own theme song in your head???
It's as different every time as the infinite number of freshly wondrous angles I can see you from.
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...
Is it like, different music every time? Or do you mean I have my own theme song in your head???
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