The double-hundred-and-seventy-fourth thing I love about us is just talking and talking and talking way into the night with a nice yellow lamp turned on beside the bed.
You forgot to mention the big fluffy comforter and being cuddled up underneath it.
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...
You forgot to mention the big fluffy comforter and being cuddled up underneath it.
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