The two hundred and sixty-fifth thing I love about us is the sea-green shade of your eyes.
I could stare, all day, every day, and lose myself in them for hours.
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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...
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