The three hundred and fifth thing I love about us is any ceiling is the sky and any sky is blue when I am with you.
Well, if it's cloudy outside, I only need to look in your eyes to see the brightest blue!
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...
Well, if it's cloudy outside, I only need to look in your eyes to see the brightest blue!
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