The two hundred and sixty-ninth thing I love about us is the way there's always something more for me to learn about you even though I already know a thousand times more than I would need to know to love you forever.
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...
There's always more because to me you're like sunshine and water to a plant and even just a little bit of you makes me grow and grow.
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